Chapter 38


    Chapter 38


    “Matthew?” Demarion was just about to go downstairs for some water when he found a suspicious man


    sneaking around in the corridor outside the study. With a frown, he said, “It’s sote already, what are


    you doing here?” Matthew froze momentarily. Taken aback, he hastily shushed the little fellow and


    pointed at the study. “Don’t make a sound! Your daddy is inside with your new mommy.” Demarion’s


    frown deepened and he quickly caught on after some thought.


    The little guy pursed his lips and tugged at Matthew’s sleeve. “Since I can’t bother them, you can’t


    either.”


    “Let’s go, I’ll treat you to some in water!” 3


    Matthew fumbled for a reply.


    He stopped in his tracks and said, “You can go ahead.” “Your cousin brother Matthew has an important


    task toplete.” Demarion blinked in confusion and echoed, “Task? What task?” “Of course it’s to…”


    Matthew pulled out a pen recorder with an evil cackle. “Grandpa has always been doubting Uncle Beau’s


    sexual orientation… If I were to secure a recording, I would be able to ask him for an allowance…”


    Before the man could finish speaking, arge hand with slender knuckles swiped the pen recorder from


    him. At the same time, a low and indifferent masculine voice drifted into his ears, “Well, then, I’m sorry for


    disappointing you.”


    Matthew turned stiff on the spot and turned around abruptly.


    Behind him stood a man in a white shirt. He leaned against the door frame of the study and his gaze on


    him was elegant yetzy. He held the pen recorder between two pinched fingers as he said, “Matthew, it


    appears to me that you no longer need Eliza’s help.” The color instantly drained from Matthew’s face.


    “Uncle, you must have misheard me. “This pen recorder of mine… It was in fact to record Aunt Eliza’s


    voice analysis of my script.” “What script?”


    A crisp female voice sounded from behind Beau.


    Eliza emerged, still donning the bold nightgown, except that she now had Beau’s grey zer over it.


    The coat was huge and it dangled off her shoulders all the way to the middle of her thighs, entirely


    concealing her enticing figure from view.


    “Here’s the thing.” Matthew pursed his lips. “Aunt Eliza, I heard from Roseane that you have extensive


    abilities at understanding and analyzing scripts…” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve been looking into


    bing the male lead for a movietely…” As he spoke, he quickly picked up the script from one side


    and shoved it into Eliza’s hands. “So, I was wondering if I could trouble you tonight to help me analyze


    and understand my character.”


    Eliza took the script, feeling a little overwhelmed. A momentter, she turned toward Beau. “When you


    said… you were going to upy me for the whole night…” “It’s for this idiot’s script.” Beau began


    nonchntly. Eliza could not find her tongue. Alright, then. She hadpletely misunderstood…


    “However...” The man’s inky eyes swept over Eliza’s burning little face. “There will be more chances in


    the future.” Eliza found herself wordless. She dared not meet his eyes. She could only bite the bullet and


    stride back into the study with the script in hand. “I’ll take a look for you.” Beau looked at her sullen figure


    and smiled. “Does that mean that mommy will have to work overtime tonight?” Demarion stared at Eliza


    with wide eyes. “That’s right.” “That’s too hard on her.” The little boy sighed and said, “I’ll ask Braint to


    make her some milk tea.” ‘Milk tea?‘ Matthew’s eyes lit up. “I’ll have a cup too.” Demarion looked up at


    him and said, “We only have in water for you.” 12


    Matthew’s script was not actually that long, hence it only took Eliza a little less than two hours to finish


    reviewing it. She was on the sofa with pen and paper as she drafted out an analytic figure of the


    rtionship between the characters.


    asionally, she would raise her head and steal a nce at Beau. He was sitting in his dedicated seat


    in the study with his nose buried in his work.


    This was the first time Eliza had seen Beau hard at work in such proximity.


    In contrast to his usualziness, this preupied man before her eyes looked particrly handsome and


    charming. From where she sat on the sofa, she could see his long, curved eyshes, his angr nose


    bridge, his cool, thin lips, and his chiseled jawline. Unbeknown to her, she began to zone out. “Aunt


    Eliza?” Matthew spoke, breaking her trance. Only then did she get pulled back to reality. “Is there really


    any connection between the murderer and this character I’m portraying?” He traced his finger on her


    diagram and asked curiously. “Yes. It’s not too obvious; I had to read the script twice to figure it out.”


    “Sigh.” Matthew exhaled loudly. “I hate the actress who ys the murderer. I don’t feel like working with


    her.” Eliza lowered her head and continued to note down the psychological process of the characters.


    She stated indifferently, “A good actor ces himself in the character’s shoes. Once you’re immersed in


    the role, you won’t hate her anymore.”


    Matthew pouted slightly but remained silent.


    Another hour soon ticked past and Eliza finally concluded her analysis of the emotional aspects of each


    character and their intertwined rtionship. Besides, she also wrote down several pages worth of notes


    about them. She stretched with a yawn and handed the script to Matthew. “I’ve heard of this movie


    before. Didn’t they decide on Jay Carr as the male lead? How did you make your way into the position?”


    He retrieved the script and chortled wickedly. “The female lead of this movie is drop-dead gorgeous. “I’m


    thinking of wooing her, so I snatched the position from Jay.” Eliza was rendered speechless. How was


    this possible? It could not have been that easy to snatch a position that had been assigned to someone,


    could


    it?


    “It took about three or five words.” The pen in the hand of the man beside the office desk halted quietly.


    He lifted his gaze and fixed it on Eliza. “Just let me know if you happen to be eyeing any  uing


    projects.” Eliza was dumbstruck. She shrugged. “I’m just a stuntwoman. I don’t need such privileges!”


    She stretched again. “It’s gettingte. If that’s all, I’m off to bed.” With that, she turned and strode away.


    Matthew stood rooted to the spot and nced in Eliza’s direction. He furrowed his brows slightly and


    asked, “Uncle, are you really not going to look into Aunt Eliza’s past? “I could tell that she loves acting,


    so ardently too! What’s more, she’s super experienced. “What kind of dark history does she possess that


    makes her steer away from the career of a recognized actress?” Beau’s head dipped again and he


    resumed writing his document. “Perhaps she has something on her mind.” He was not too keen on


    digging into her past. He did not care if she was good or bad before; he did not care what she had been


    put through. As long as she was willing to be his wife, no such thing was important at all. Matthew


    puckered his lips and remarked, “It’s such a pity.” “It’s not a pity. As long as she likes her job, she will


    shine brightly sooner orter.” “But she doesn’t want to be an actual actress.” Beau kept his head


    lowered as his eyes scanned the documents. Calmly, he spoke, “Do you think she can stay out of acting


    just because she’s unwilling to act?”All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.