Chapter 1311
Chapter 1311:
Margo came back to herself and hurried into the car.
Just as she got into Rory’s vehicle, a figure rushed toward them.
It was Dunn.
The moment he spotted Margo’s minivan, he ran over—only to find the driver standing there alone.
“Where’s Margo?” Dunn demanded, peering into the van. It was empty.
“And who are you?” the driver asked, confused and startled by Dunn’s sudden approach. He couldn’t figure out who this man was supposed to be.
Dunn opened his mouth to answer, but when it came to calling her his girlfriend, he hesitated.
That was when the driver recognized him.
“You’re Dunn, right?” he said, then added, “Margo’s boyfriend p>
Realization hit, and the driver facepalmed.
“Is she still shooting?” Dunn asked gently, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“She just left,” the driver replied, shaking his head.
“Alone?” Dunn was clearly stunned. Margo’s van was still there—she should’ve left in it.
The driver patted the vehicle with a resigned chuckle. “This car broke down. I’m waiting for a tow truck. Margo left in someone else’s car from the company p>
Dunn paused, and something strange flickered across his face.
He took a step back and looked down at his phone. Staring at the messages he’d sent—messages she hadn’t answered—his jaw tightened.
The bar scene was meant to clarify what had happened between Margo and Rory in the same place. Even if it felt like they were covering something up, it still provided a plausible explanation.
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With Margo and Rory being Star Entertainment’s biggest stars, the company was willing to go to great lengths to clean up the mess.
“Just follow the script p>
At the director’s cue, the cameras prepared to roll. Sitting across from Rory, Margo propped her cheek on her hand, unable to hide her frustration.
“I didn’t expect to have to reenact this scene,” she murmured. The past few days had been nothing but chaos. She wanted a real glass of wine to steady herself, but the prop wine beside her was mostly diluted water—tasteless.
“I’m sorry,” Rory muttered. Thinking back to that night made him uneasy.
“I don’t accept your apologies,” Margo replied with a light laugh. She angled her face so the cameras couldn’t catch her lips and spoke softly, low enough only he could hear. “And right now, we’re filming. You should be delivering lines, not apologies p>
A glint flashed through Rory’s eyes. He reached out, gently brushing Margo’s cheek, then leaned in and kissed her.
The camera zoomed in on Margo’s eyes. She froze for a moment, then slowly shut them.
It was the same as that day, yet her feelings were different.