Chapter 1203
Chapter 1203:
As the night dragged on, fewer and fewer people remained on set.
“Marcel, you must be tired after today’s shoot,” the director said as he approached, signaling that Marcel was done for the night.
“Yeah.” Marcel nodded slightly, slipped on his suit jacket, and prepared to leave.
All he could think about was Anika—whether she was already asleep, whether she was feeling okay.
Just as Marcel was about to go, Elva quickly came up with an idea. She narrowed her eyes, then forced herself to look unsteady as she said goodbye. “Marcel, I feel so dizzy p>
Before she could finish, her body swayed and she collapsed to the ground.
The crew panicked at the sight. “Elva… What’s wrong with you? Wake up p>
Not sure whether she was acting or not, Marcel’s expression tightened with worry. After all, he and Elva had grown up together, and their families had been close for years. No matter what, he couldn’t leave her there alone after she fainted.
“Marcel…” Elva slowly opened her eyes. With a weak motion, she reached out and clung to him. “I want to go home p>
No one on the crew knew where Elva lived, and they all turned to Marcel.
“Director, I’ll drive her home,” Marcel said quietly.
For the sake of their long friendship, he agreed. Still, he had no intention of staying a second longer than necessary. He was determined to leave the moment she was safely inside.
Elva secretly chuckled to herself when she realized her plan had worked. Still pretending to be weak, she leaned against Marcel.
Marcel helped her to her feet and guided her to the car. Once they were inside, he drove off immediately.
On the way, Elva shifted weakly in the passenger seat as if she were uncomfortable. She tugged at her collar, letting it fall open. “Marcel… Marcel…” she kept whispering, repeating his name over and over.
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Marcel remained completely unfazed by Elva’s behavior and focused on the road.
“Marcel… I like you…” Elva suddenly said with her eyes closed, trying to use the moment to seduce him.
“We’ll be at your place soon,” Marcel replied flatly, pretending he hadn’t heard her confession.
Elva didn’t give up. She kept trying to find ways to allure him.
Because of that, Marcel worried she might escalate things if he brought her upstairs to her room, so he chose to leave her only at the entrance of her home.
“Get some rest.” After dropping her off, Marcel left without looking back.
Watching his determined retreat, Elva’s anger and jealousy churned.
Meanwhile, Anika had been waiting at home for a long time. It was already late at night, and Marcel still hadn’t returned. Unease tightened in her chest.
Even though Marcel had told her not to wait up, she couldn’t fall asleep until he was home.
It was so late. Why hadn’t he come back yet?