The camera was perfectly set up, and Quintessa stood in front of it, getting ast-minute touch-up from


    the makeup artist. A few steps away, Jonathan caught her side nce. There was something about


    him, an air of grace that seemed to have settled over him through the years, a presence that was both


    calm and distinguished. "Still waters run deep"; that phrase fit him perfectly.


    Quintessa smiled to herself. The city was flooded with trendy guys, but men like Jonathan were rare


    jewels. No wonder Cynthia was head over heels for him, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.


    Director Frost pointed out an issue with the set design, urging the prop master for a quick fix. Jonathan


    approached, his period costume adding an aura of nobility to his demeanor; he asked, "Were you


    sneaking a peek at me just now?"


    As the makeup artist quickly excused herself, Quintessa lightly touched her hairpin and responded with


    azy tone, "You''re overthinking. I wasn''t sneaking peeks; I was studying you."


    Jonathan gave a curious look, "And what did your study find?"


    Thinking of Cynthia, Quintessa looked up at Jonathan''s gentle and handsome face, saying with a


    smile, "Actually, I did find something. Jonathan, you''ve still got it."


    Jonathan paused, "What do you mean?"


    Quintessa winked at him, "Exactly what it sounds like."


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    Once the set was ready, the director called for action. This scene was ate addition, but Quintessa


    and Jonathan, already having a good understanding of each other, worked well together. Their scenes


    usually only required one take unless there were otherplications. That was why the crew enjoyed


    watching them perform - it was not only a feast for the eyes but also it proceeded fast.


    Amidst Jonathan''s tender gaze, the director called cut.


    Quintessa, leaning into Jonathan''s embrace, said, "Jonathan, you can let go now."


    Jonathan''s arm was still around her waist, causing Quintessa to lose her bnce slightly.


    Jonathan chuckled, "This would be the perfect moment for you to seduce me."


    Quintessa didn''t budge, and their awkward stance drew curious looks from others. She rolled, "Are you


    trying topete with your nephew now?"


    Jonathanughed, "Considering the


    ne


    rumors swirling around you and Snow, and seeing my nephew''sck of action, it seems you two might


    as well call it quits."


    "Jonathan, I don''t find that joke very funny."


    The assistant director awkwardly called out, "Mr. Winters, you''re up next."


    Jonathan, a bit regretful, released Quintessa, whispering in her ear before he left, "Actually, I''m looking


    forward to tomorrow''s scene."


    Quintessa frowned, wondering what scene he meant.


    Turning around, she saw Cynthia staring at her, pale-faced. Quintessa rolled her eyes, bracing herself


    to bebeled the viiness yet again.


    The next day, Quintessa finally


    understood what Jonathan meant. The director handed her a page of new dialogue for a scene


    involving her, Jonathan, and Cynthia. Reading through it, Quintessa exhaled sharply. That sly old man.


    As shootingmenced, Quintessa stood up, leaving her script behind.


    Tyrone, having justnded, rushed to the set, hoping for a warm wee from Quintessa.


    However, the moment he arrived, he


    saw Quintessa casting sultry


    nces at Jonathan, their intimacy striking a nerve. That wasn''t all;


    something they said led to Jonathan suddenly pulling her close and


    kissing her.


    Tyrone thought to himself, "What the heck!"