Chapter 362 Mint and Mockery
Leslie’s POV
I could feel Kirby’s minty pheromone rippling through the air, threaded with anger and contempt he clearly hated Carl’s presence.
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He was probably already plotting to kick that counterfeit out of the set once he had the chance.
The director kept chirping on, oblivious to how dark Kirby’s expression was growing.
Carl let out a low chuckle and sidled closer to me. “Kirby suddenly became the biggest investor in this drama a few days ago. Looks like Carl’s little golden days won’tst long.”
I turned my head and arched an eyebrow. “How did Carl end up as the second male lead? They couldn’t find anyone else?”
Carl grinned. “There aren’t many male actors in this show. The second lead only appears and dies–lives in shbacks, doesn’t even need to show his face.”
No wonder.
I blinked and nced in their direction, curling a finger with a cool voice: “Hey,e over here.”
The moment I said that, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
My gaze swept the crowd andnded on Kirby and Carl.
Who I meant? Let them guess.
Kirby’s jaw tightened; his eyes narrowed slightly. His shirt cor gaped open and his Adam’s apple rolled with a restrained, churning undercurrent.
Carl, on the other hand, dropped his script in excitement and bounded toward me like a joyful
puppy.
But before he reached the cabin I murmured, “Not you, go back.”
Carl deted instantly and walked away disappointed.
I looked up at Kirby and curled my finger again, saying nothing more.
Kirby smiled–a rare curl at the corner of his mouth–with no trace of displeasure or anger, striding toward me as if he’d been given candy.
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I could feel the surrounding stares–the werewolves on set, the crew sneaking nces–full of shock and curiosity.
Kirby’s POV
<i>This </i><i>is </i><i>definitely </i><i>the </i><i>highlight </i><i>of </i><i>my </i><i>life</i>–<i>more </i><i>thrilling </i><i>than </i><i>conquering </i><i>an </i><i>entire </i><i>continent</i>.
I felt like a wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess, my steps light as I walked into the cabin, the smile on my face refusing to be suppressed.
When I pushed the door open and saw Carl still there, I paused for a heartbeat and let my grin ease a little, but the excitement still won out.
I nodded to Carl as a greeting, then raised an eyebrow at Leslie. “You called for me?”
I almost said, “Miss me?” but stopped myself.
After all, Carl was here–I had to hold back and not get carried away.
Leslie’s expression was even calmer than I’d expected–cold as northern ice and snow.
She said inly, “You invested in this drama?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my mint pheromone leaking out without me trying, carrying a touch of expectation.
She looked at me, her tone t but cutting like a de. “Carl is ying the second lead. Don’t you interfere.”
That line hit my chest like a heavy blow; the air around us froze and a chill seeped into my bones.
Lance snarled in disbelief, “Her first demand is for that damned fake?”
My breath hitched; my chest tightened.
It felt like there was a stone lodged in my throat I couldn’t swallow.
“What, can’t bear to part with him?” I ground out, bitterness in my voice.
Leslie raised an eyebrow, as if it were the most natural thing. “Of course, He’s the one I shoved
in there.”
Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured from head to toe, dousing the frenzy that had just red up.
That useless Omega Carl–she was protecting him like that?
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My heart felt wed open; cold settled into my core.
But I could only stand there and re at her, not daring to ask another question.
I was asking for this–making a fool of myself.
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Carl cleared his throat and broke the stalemate; probably felt useless and found an excuse to slip out.
Only she and I remained in the cabin, our eyes locked, neither of us speaking first.
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