Meanwhile, in another room in the hotel.


    Yvonne returned and went straight to the bathroom for a shower. As she was drying her hair, her phone, resting on the vanity, suddenly rang.


    She picked it up and answered. Bet''s handsome face filled the screen.


    He was in his barracks room, wearing an army-green tank top that showed off his muscr physique.


    Yvonne put down the hair dryer and carried the phone into the bedroom. She propped it up on a stand on her nightstand andy back against the pillows.


    "Your hair is still wet," Bet reminded her.


    "I wanted to talk to you. It''ll air dry," Yvonne replied, her voice a little hoarse. Having showered and removed her makeup, the exhaustion on her face was in to see.


    The day''s scenes had required countless takes. Yvonne had fallen to the ground more times than she could count, her throat was raw from delivering her lines, and her arms and knees were bruised.


    She lookedpletely drained.


    "What''s wrong? Bad mood?" Bet asked.


    "No, just tired," she answered.


    "Then you should get some rest," he said.


    Yvonne shook her head. "I don''t want to sleep yet. I want to talk to you a little longer."


    Bet let out a softugh. “I need to rest too. Be good, go to sleep.”


    "Okay,” Yvonne said, looking reluctant as she waited for him to end the call.


    Bet raised his hand but didn''t hang up right away. Instead, he smiled warmly and said, "Vonnie, I miss you." His voice was filled with tender affection.


    That night, as Yvonne slept curled up under the covers, Bet''s words seemed to echo in her ears: Vonnie, I miss you.


    The next morning, her assistant knocked and entered bright and early.


    Yvonne had a full day of shooting ahead, which meant makeup started at five a.m.


    She sat at the vanity with her es et


    closed while the makeup artist


    worked, who asked with concern,


    "Ma Jones, do you have any mete scenes with her today?"


    ''Her'' was Mignon, who was genuinely disliked by everyone on set.


    "Two more, and then that''s it," Yvonne said.


    "Well, you''re almost free. I feel sorry for Mr. Scott, though. He still has seven or eight scenes left with her," the makeup artist sighed.


    Yvonne said a silent prayer for Booth.


    After her makeup was done, Yvonne headed to the set. She had three morning


    scenes with Booth, and they all went smoothly.


    After those, it was time for her scenes with Mignon.


    But they waited, and waited, and Mignon never showed up.


    Director Vasquez was visibly annoyed and sent the assistant director to find out what was going on. It turned out that Ms. Powell needed her beauty sleep and had only just arrived at the set to start her makeup.


    The entire production waited for three hours before Mignon, makeup finallyplete, sauntered onto the set with her assistant.


    She was once again adorned with borate jewelry, her costume and makeup dazzlingly ornate.


    Director Vasquez nced at her but said nothing, didn''t lose his temper, and simply instructed the departments to get ready.


    Yvonne braced herself for another torturous shoot, but to her surprise, the scenes went incredibly smoothly.


    It was as if Director Vasquez had either undergone a personality transnt or been possessed. Normally a perfectionist, he didn''t even finch when Mignon forgot her lines, just stated tly, "Okay let''s


    move on to the next scene.


    Yvonne thought she must have misheard. The performance was a disaster. Was Director Vasquez really okay with that?!


    Because the director was letting everything slide, all of Mignon''s morning scenes were finished without a hitch.