Chapter 1020


    in the presidential suite, the lights remained off, hiding all the intimate moments in the Hazy


    darkness.


    Sheene never resisted, thinking it would be over after one round.


    Little did she know, this was just Elliot’s first serving for the night.


    The night was long but also beautiful.


    Due to the time difference, it was daytime in Froania.


    Howard, worried about Phoebe’s recovery and the filming of her first scene, personally came to


    oversee the web drama production.


    The requirements for acting in web dramas were low, yet Phoebe kept getting numerous retakes.


    As Phoebe’s memory had regressed for four years, she had forgotten all her experiences in the


    entertainment industry.


    Facing the camera, she was just like a naive rookie.


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    With entertainment mogul Howard overseeing, the director dared not express anger and could only


    patiently guide Phoebe through scene after scene, even stepping in personally to coach her.


    Phoebe nervously gripped her skirt, disappointed and disheartened with herself.


    Howard noticed the exhaustion on her face and halted filming, bringing Phoebe over and gently wiping


    the sweat from her forehead with a wet tissue.


    “Thank you, Mr. Howard, but I can handle it myself.”


    Her words were polite yet distant.


    Howard froze, suppressing the ache in his heart as he handed her the wet tissue.


    “After trying for several hours, how do you feel? Do you feel like you’ve gotten into character?”


    Phoebe sighed and shook her head,cking confidence.


    “Was I really a star who won the Best Actress Award before?”


    Howard nodded and replied, “Yes. Your trophy is still at my mansion. You’ve seen it.”


    Phoebe’s expression wasplex, looking frustrated.


    “Why don’t I remember anything? Logically, my acting shoulde naturally after filming so many


    scenes, but I really don’t feel anything.


    She could tell that after several hours, not a single scene could be used. Moreover, the director


    was also feeling hopeless.


    However, he did not dare scold her out of respect for Howard.


    She felt a deep sense of guilt but did not know what to do.


    Howard tirelessly reminded her, “I’m not lying to you. All these honors were achieved through your own


    efforts. But, Phoebe, don’t be discouraged. You’ve just been ill, and once you recover, you’ll remember


    everything.”


    “Really?” Phoebe sounded unsure. “Do I really have a chance to recover?”


    Howard hesitated, lowering his eyes with a hint of guilt, and nodded.


    In truth, Yosef had mentioned Phoebe’s nerves were damaged and might be challenging to


    recover.


    He gently patted her arm tofort her, “Even if you can’t remember anything, it’s okay. You’ll always


    be my fiancee. Your name will be the only one on my future marriage certificate. I don’t mind if you’ve


    forgotten me. I just hope you won’t continue to reject me, deliberately ignore me, or refuse me toe


    close to you. Give me a chance to start anew with you.


    Phoebe kept her head down, hesitated for a while, and then nodded reluctantly, seeming


    distracted.


    It was as if she had not listened carefully to Howard’s words.


    “Um… Mr. Howard, I really seem to have no acting skills. I feel very lost facing the camera. Perhaps


    forgetting these four years of memories is fate’s way of giving me a chance to start over. I want to make


    a new choice. Is that okay?”


    Howard’s fingertips trembled, suppressing his fear as he asked, “What do you want to choose?”


    Was it whether she wanted to be with him?


    Whether she wanted to be his fiancee?


    Whether she wanted to walk down the aisle with him in the future?


    His eyes reddened, his hands clenched tightly, anxiously awaiting Phoebe’s answer.