Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 174 Careful Words (1)

After fixing his makeup, it happened to be the shooting scene that he was going to shoot. Someone came in and asked with a smile, "Baron, Mr. Liu asked you to go out and restore the scene of jumping into the river to rescue another person."

The makeup artist put away the things in the bag and patted Baron's shoulder with a smile. She thought that he must be familiar with him, so she said, "All the makeup products I gave you are water- proof. If you don't stay in the pool for half a day, you won't be able to take off your makeup."

"Thank you very much." Baron stood up, took his hat and followed the man to the filming site. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

When Debbie lifted her leg, she didn't see anyone else following her. She turned around and saw that Consuela was drooling over her. She couldn't help but regret, "what are you doing? It's just a piece of skin, but is it worth it?"

Hearing her words, the makeup artist raised her eyebrows and looked at Debbie.

The make-up artist was around 20 years old. With the heavy make-up, she looked much older than her actual age.

She slightly lifted her thin lips and asked with a faint smile, "who is this lady?"

At first, she had thought that the girl might be a crazy fan of that man, or the leader of some Baron's fans. But it seemed that the girl was not a fan at all.

Anyone with discerning eyes could even see that she was unfriendly to Baron.

Debbie choked with sobs. She didn't expect that this woman would ask her some questions. She tried to say that she was the new assistant.

However, Consuela, who was standing behind her, spoke first, "We work for Baron through the back door. We're relatives of Baron."

Oblivious of Consuela, the makeup artist fixed her eyes on her when the woman answered her. She was pregnant now, so she was embarrassed to ask which family she was from.

She could only smile at her, showing that she knew that well.

After leaving the dressing room, Debbie couldn't help but said, "she will be furious if she sees me serving tea to that man behind."

She had completely forgotten that she was disgusted with this job.

It was really gratifying.

When they arrived, the plays were already on shooting. Every scene Baron acted was pretty smooth. There were always some people on the Internet who asked Baron not to accept the IP series. If he acted well in the TV series, it would be a miracle. But he would be ruined if he couldn't perform well.

Looking at his act, Consuela sighed with emotion, 'he is really a well-bred superstar. It's hard for others to imitate him.'

The one playing with him was a new actress in the voting on a new stage. She had been a beauty, but was now overshadowed by the man in a dark dress.

"The water temperature is normal. After adjusting it, you can perform directly." The director paused and looked at the man, "Is Baron ready?"

Baron reached out his hand and made a gesture of OK and then shifted his gaze from one to another casually. His eyes fell on Debbie, who was now standing in front of Consuela who was glaring at the man.

She also smiled slightly, which was a relief to her.

Consuela stretched out her hand and nudged the absent-minded woman, saying, "did you see that just now?"

"No, I didn't." She answered without hesitation.

The person who asked her these questions smiled meaningfully. She had not even shown what she had seen, but she answered so quickly. It was very suspicious.

Thump! Thump The water splashed and the man stayed in the cold water for half an hour to finish his shooting.

"Today's scenes are almost all finished. Wherever you want to go, I'll be with you."

Not long ago, the two of them had become much more eye-catching on the film set. Later, Debbie had no choice but to give their sunglasses to Consuela.

Soon she would be the man's assistant, which would be exposed by the crazy fans. There was no need to cover it.

But Richie didn't want Consuela to be in the spotlight. It was not because she could not be exposed to the public, but the boss himself was so low-key, so he didn't want her to become the focus of all the entertainment news.

Consuela nudged the silent Debbie. She knew very well that this man wasn't asking for her opinion.

"Let's go to Sandra Restaurant. I want to try the food there." Debbie said with a big smile, glancing around.

Baron was so rich that he didn't have any objection. He only obeyed Debbie. He was a submissive boyfriend.

However, Consuela, who didn't know what the matter was between them, was still envious. When she saw her raised abdomen, she couldn't help sighing.

Baron drove himself, and Debbie took Consuela to sit behind the car. The man raised his eyebrows and didn't show any dissatisfaction.

As soon as she sat down, Debbie asked, "did you have a quarrel with the boss?"

Although she would not work in his company anymore, she still couldn't change his name.

The shock was still obvious on her face. Consuela didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. "Why do you think so?" she asked.

How did they quarrel now? They quarreled with each other without a word and began a cold war endlessly. Both of them were stubborn, unwilling to admit defeat with their heads down.

Of course, sometimes she was still sensible. She was willing to admit her mistakes and make up with him.

"Today when you came here, you were quite confused. I was thinking about it. The one that could make you unhappy now must be your husband."

Debbie was very close to the woman and spoke in a low voice, perfect blocking the man in front of the car.

Consuela nodded her head. She touched her abdomen, but she didn't know what was going on.

The less people knew about the embarrassment, the happier she would be.

The road ahead seemed a bit dull and depressing. The car window was open, and the wind blew in, with no strong depression.

It was still early when Consuela got home. It was a sunset. The sun was shining on Consuela, so it covered her with a soft halo.

As soon as she changed her shoes and entered the villa, she saw Nancy, who was in a hurry. The woman reached out her index finger and made a gesture for keeping quiet on her lips.

Then she reminded her in a low voice, "Mrs. Richie, Mr. Richie is losing his temper in the living room. Be careful when you talk to him later."

"Got it. Thank you, Nancy."

Without saying anything more, the woman walked towards a nearby corridor. When Consuela saw the woman hurrying to and fro in the corridor, she was at a loss what to do.

Richie lost his temper again. Why should she be careful of words? Was it because he didn't break out of madness before and Put it off to now?

She was a little helpless. After changing her shoes, she went into the living room and saw her husband on the sofa, who had just returned home early.