A Night of Desire

Chapter 258 - 255: Feeling a Little Warm Inside

Clara Grant’s lip twitched. ’Does he mean he’s going to call me that from now on?’

She wanted to tell him she’d never get used to it if he kept calling her that. But with his personality, complaining would only make him more smug. It was better to say nothing. Maybe he’d forget about it soon enough.

So, she dropped the subject. Frowning, she took a few large gulps of water, which finally soothed her mouth and stomach a little.

Seeing her frown, Seth Quinn assumed she was feeling terrible. Half-annoyed and half-amused, he said, "You can’t even handle this, yet you dared to tell me to speed up! Do you have a death wish?"

When she’d told him to hurry, he figured her schedule was tight, so he’d unintentionally slipped into his street-racing speed.

Clara Grant: "..."

’She had told him to drive faster, but she hadn’t told him to drive like a complete maniac!’

’But still, telling him to speed up had been her idea, so she couldn’t really complain.’

Still, she shot him an annoyed glare. ’This man! Doesn’t he have a single gentlemanly bone in his body? She was already feeling this awful, and he was still making sarcastic comments.’

Seth Quinn glanced at her, then seemed to ponder something for a moment. He took out his phone and walked a short distance away to make a call.

Clara Grant shot him a sidelong glance, assuming it was a business call. She paid him no mind and just stood there, enjoying the breeze.

’Thank goodness it’s a bit overcast and windy today,’ she thought. ’Otherwise, I’d be baked alive out here.’

A few moments later, Seth Quinn finished his call and returned to her side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "Are you okay to go?"

Clara Grant lifted her chin. "Let’s go."

’I have to go, whether I feel up to it or not. I can’t just stay here forever, can I? Besides, the film studio isn’t far now. I just have to tough it out a little longer.’

The two of them got back in the car, and Seth Quinn started the engine. As they neared their destination, he glanced over at Clara Grant, who was resting with her eyes closed. "Get some proper rest when we arrive," he said with concern. "Take a nap first."

’He must have forgotten I have a scene this morning,’ Clara Grant thought. But she saw no reason to correct him, so she just nodded slightly and hummed in agreement. "Mm."

’After the shoot, I’m definitely going to take a nap and get some real rest.’

Seeing how exhausted she looked, Seth Quinn said no more.

The car drove on in silence.

Back at the film studio, Clara Grant checked the time. The provisional start time for her scene was fast approaching, so she broke into a jog and headed for the set.

Just as she reached the set and was about to head into the makeup room, Director Keane called out to her. "Clara, your scene has been moved to tomorrow. You’re not feeling well, so go back to your room and get some rest."

He had just gotten a call from President Quinn, who mentioned that Clara Grant was feeling a bit unwell and asked if her morning scene could be postponed until tomorrow. He had readily agreed.

As long as it didn’t violate his filmmaking principles, he wasn’t about to turn down a request from President Quinn. Besides, he was also concerned about Clara’s health.

Clara was a true professional. He was confident that even if she were feeling unwell, she would still give her all and nail the scene.

But he had a soft spot for talented actors, so he was more than happy to let Clara rest.

In any case, she almost always nailed her scenes in a single take, so rescheduling them was never a problem.

Clara Grant, however, latched onto the key part of his statement. She was puzzled. ’How did Director Keane know I wasn’t feeling well?’

As the question lingered, she suddenly recalled Seth Quinn making that phone call when they had pulled over. ’Could it be that he wasn’t on a business call at all, but was calling Director Keane to postpone my scene and buy me some time to rest?’

’Besides, the two of them were the only ones who knew she was sick. Who else could it have been?’

Clara Grant had to admit, even though she wasn’t sure if he was only being nice to her because he saw her as a substitute for someone else, a wave of gratitude washed over her, and a pleasant warmth spread through her chest.