Chapter 1175
Chapter 1175:
Damn it. This was torture.
Still, even with reluctance pulling at him, Rupert surrendered. He had wanted to persuade her, but when he saw how seriously she took their relationship, he couldn’t bring himself to push.
“Alright. You’re the boss,” Rupert said, taking a deep breath. His voice was gentle, but strained with restraint. He stared down at her for a moment, then lightly scratched the tip of her nose.
“You’re driving me crazy, Annabel.” He forced a small smile. “Go to sleep. I’m going to take a walk p>
Annabel’s face and neck were flushed from their intense kissing. She nodded slightly, turned over, and wrapped herself in the quilt. The door opened and closed as Rupert left the room. Annabel shut her eyes, a sweet smile lingering on her face.
“That’s a wrap for today’s interview. See you next time p>
As she exited the broadcast room, Margo flopped onto the sofa, stretched, and let out a relieved sigh.
Ever since she started working with Rory, Margo’s popularity had skyrocketed. As a result, her agent had arranged several interview programs for her, including a live-streamed broadcast.
“That was pretty good, Margo!” her agent said, handing her a glass of water.
“I’m exhausted!” Margo slumped against the sofa, rubbing her sore back. “Can’t we do something else during the broadcast, like eating on camera p>
“A mukbang?” Her agent glanced at her while sorting through her things. “What would you even want to eat p>
“Anything, really. How about bubble tea?” Margo blurted out. But as she drifted off into thought, her agent poked her forehead playfully.
“Do you realize bubble tea is every female entertainer’s nemesis? And don’t forget you have to maintain your weight. I saw that magazine cover last time—it looks like you’ve put on some weight recently p>
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Margo was waiting for someone to remove her makeup when she heard the comment. She immediately straightened up and shot back, “That’s not fair. Don’t you know the camera adds ten pounds? Besides, I’m naturally beautiful p>
Her agent teased, “Oh? Then who was depressed the other day when people online criticized her figure p>
Margo bristled at the teasing, but her agent only laughed.
On the way back to Margo’s place, her agent dropped a bombshell: she had an ad shoot in a few days.
“Make sure you take care of your skin and don’t stay up late,” the agent reminded her.
“What kind of ad is it?” Margo asked, curious. “Cosmetics? Skincare p>
“No, it’s a shampoo ad,” her agent replied casually.
“Shampoo?” Margo was stunned. She had just dyed her hair a cyan-brown shade for a magazine shoot. For a moment, she couldn’t even respond. She knew she’d have to dye it again.
It would hurt to dye it back to its original color. Margo’s heart ached at the thought.
“I haven’t confirmed it yet, but I’m confident the ad will be yours,” her agent said.