Fans of two celebrities were duking it out online, with Casey''s fans saying inments that Izabe wasn''t good enough for him.


    However, Izabe''s fans shouted, [Casey himself hasn''t said anything. Who are you fans to judge?]


    None of this really mattered to the people involved, though. As time went by, the production crew''s work had been going swimmingly.


    They wrapped up the entire movie in just two months. The progress was unbelievably fast,rgely thanks to the seamless acting between Izabe and Casey.


    The earlypletion of the movie shocked the fans. It felt like just yesterday, the fans were still arguing, and then the movie was done.


    Although the production was a bit of a mess and the filming schedule was tight, it''s done now. Comining wasn''t going to make a difference. All they could do was wait for it to hit the theaters.


    With Casey as the box-office ma, even if the movie sucks, people would still watch it because of him.


    A few movie review ounts started to doubt the film, saying it could be the low point of Casey''s career.


    Two months of filming was indeed the shortest movie production period in history. Horror movies were tricky to shoot, requiring actors to have a strong imagination. Domestic horror movies usually took two to three years to produce.


    Excluding the time spent on makeup and set design, the actual shooting time was only about 40 days.


    Izabe had just finished one movie and immediately started shooting another. Won''t she mix up the characters? Did she even understand the script?


    But no, she didn''t confuse the roles. Izabe''s acting skills were top-notch, and she didn''t have any problems during filming.


    The lead actors'' performances drove the entire crew, hence the fast progress. If the leads can get it in one take, the supporting actors naturally wouldn''tg behind.


    The crew threw a celebration at a hotel on the day the movie wrapped up.


    In December, the weather was already chilly. Izabe got cold easily, so Casey warmed her hands.


    Whenever Izabe looked cold, Casey would hold her hands or put them in his coat pocket.


    Casey''s hands were always warm. His hands were much bigger than Izabe''s, so when he held her hands, they would instantly warm up.


    The two directors were used to it. They reminded the crew in the group chat if they saw it, they saw it. Don''t go bbing about it. Just think of it as Casey and Izabe getting too deep into their roles. Jerome was very enthusiastic, calling everyone to drink and eat. A bit of alcohol in winter warmed the body, and they were drinking wine, which wasn''t too strong.


    But Casey, sitting there, kept staring at his ss.


    He only picked it up to drink when Izabe did.


    By the time Izabe realized Casey was drunk, it was toote. She didn''t expect him to get drunk so quickly.


    Drunk Casey was even quieter than usual. He looked down, his eyes unfocused, ears flushing red from the alcohol, and eyes clouded over like they were covered with a thick fog, his brow furrowed. When Izabe looked at him, she didn''t realize he was drunk. Not until she called out to him and didn''t get a response. She got worried. She wondered how could Casey''s alcohol tolerance be so poor. "Is Mr. Dempsey not moving?"


    "He seems to be drunk." Izabe gently patted his back. When Casey looked up, his eyes were empty. Izabe held up her fingers, trying to tease him, "How many fingers am I holding up?" Casey grabbed her hand and started to nibble on it, like a puppy gnawing on a bone.


    He was gentle, and it didn''t hurt. It just tickled a bit. When Izabe pulled her hand back, Casey furrowed his brow and grabbed her hand to continue nibbling.


    Izabe was taken aback. This time, she tried to yank her hand back. But Casey held her wrist tightly, his eyes watery as he looked at her. He started to nibble on her fingers again and mumbled, "Don''t move." Drunk Casey turned into a puppy. Izabe wanted tough, but she held it in.


    Suddenly, she noticed that the atmosphere had turned awkward. She looked up to see both directors staring at her in surprise. She felt embarrassed and looked down.


    "He''s drunk, I''ll take him back."


    "Is Casey''s alcohol tolerance that poor?" Jerome was very surprised.


    Not just Jerome, Izabe was surprised, too. He got drunk after just one ss.


    The directors didn''t try to stop Izabe. As she got up to leave, they also got up to see her off.


    "Izabe, it''s too hard for you to help him walk out alone. Let us help." Casey was tall and strong. Even a man would struggle to help him walk, let alone a woman like Izabe. The directors moved to help, but before they could touch Casey, he pushed them away, "Don''t touch me."


    He was like a snarling dog baring its teeth. Although he didn''t look scary, anyone who wanted to touch him paused.


    Izabe stood up, and Casey, clutching her hand tightly, stood up, too. Every two steps she took, he would follow. A drunk Casey became very clingy.


    Once Izabe was sure Casey could walk, she turned to the directors, "You guys keep eating. He can walk on his own, and he doesn''t need help. I''ll take him out first."


    Izabe helped Casey with his mask, buttoned up his coat, and put on his scarf. Casey let her fuss over him.


    The night lights shone on Casey''s face, highlighting his handsome features.


    His deep eyes were like sparkling gems, radiating warmth. Izabe couldn''t help wanting to touch his face, but people were still around, so she held back.


    "Let''s go."


    Casey naturally grabbed her hand and followed her. Even though he was staggering, he could still walk.


    Once they were outside, the wind was strong. Izabe shivered.


    The confusion in Casey''s eyes cleared a bit with the wind. He took off his coat and put it over Izabe.


    Izabe quickly said, "I''m not cold. Put it back on. I don''t want you to catch a cold."Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    "But you''re cold," Casey ignored her, forcing his coat onto her, bending down, and patiently buttoning each button.


    Izabe was speechless, but luckily, the car she had ordered on her phone was almost there.


    Izabe lowered her head and buried it in the coat, her nose filled with the scent of Casey.


    After helping Izabe put on the coat, Casey fumbled around her arm for her fingers.


    His coat wasrge, and the sleeves were long. After Izabe put it on, her hands were hidden inside. Casey searched for a while, his brows furrowed, and he mumbled, "Hold my hand, hold my hand."


    Izabe suddenly thought of a short


    video she saw a couple of days ago.


    A kid was running ahead with a dog leash in hand but didn''t realize the leash wasn''t actually attached to the dog, resulting in the dog chasing after the leash and biting it.


    Izabe couldn''t help butugh, and she extended her hand from the sleeve. Casey found her hand and held it tightly, and a goofy grin appeared on his face.


    The car arrived, and Izabe struggled to get Casey into the car. The car''s heater was on this cold winter night. The warmth easily made you sleepy.


    Casey leaned into Izabe''s arms, and she had a hard time holding him up. Wearing two coats, she was sweating profusely in the car. They finally arrived at Spring Bay, and Izabe woke Casey up. "Casey, wake up, we''re home."


    Casey opened his eyes and obediently followed Izabe out of the car. After they got home, Izabe unlocked the door with her fingerprint.


    She decided to get Casey into the house first, and then she''d go back. It was only nine o''clock, and she''d get back by midnight, it wasn''t thatte.


    Izabe waspletely focused on Casey, and she didn''t notice that since she left the hotel and got into the car, a car had been following her from a distance.


    Even after she got into the house, the car didn''t leave, and it just parked not far from the vi.


    Back home, seeing the familiar setup, Casey was momentarily stunned.


    Izabe was feeling hot and ufortable. She let go of Casey''s hand and took off the coat. Her phone in the pocket was vibrating, and she found it in Casey''s coat following the sound.


    It was a text from Casey''s agent, reminding him not to drink.


    But unfortunately, it was toote now.


    Izabe texted him back, letting him know they were home so that he wouldn''t worry.


    Casey stumbled into the house, opened a drawer, found a jar of candy, and brought it to Izabe.


    "Candy for you."


    Izabe softened at his gesture. After knowing she loved candy, Casey had candy everywhere. Whenever she wanted some, he would hand her a big handful.


    "Was that for me?"


    Casey nodded forcefully, pulled Izabe to sit on the couch, and stuffed the jar of candy into her arms.


    Drunk Casey seemed to always have something to do. After finding candy, he wobbled to find a bucket filled with water from the bathroom,pletely unaware of what he was doing. Izabe thought she could go home after she got Casey settled, but seeing how active he was, she figured she couldn''t leave anytime soon.


    "What are you doing?" Izabe couldn''t help but ask as she saw Casey squatting on the floor, filling the bucket with hot water. Casey turned his head. His tone was serious and determined, "Filling the bucket with hot water."


    "Why?"


    "To wash your feet."


    "I don''t need to wash, and I have to go home."


    Hearing Izabe wanted to leave, Casey''s eyes dimmed. Even the light couldn''t brighten up the sadness in his eyes.


    The bucket was quickly filled with hot water, even overflowing. Casey still squatted on the floor, looking like an abandoned puppy. It was heartbreaking.


    Izabe felt a surge of sympathy, a feeling she couldn''t put into words.


    In the end, she gave in.


    "So I wash my feet now?"


    Casey stared nkly at her, making sure Izabe wasn''t going to leave. He then picked up the bucket. The full bucket sshed onto him as he carried it, leaving marks on his face.


    He ced the bucket in front of the couch, had Izabe sit down, told her not to move, and then patiently took off her shoes and socks and put her feet into the hot water.


    She seemed to understand why Casey insisted on having her soak her feet in hot water. When winter came, her feet would get very cold.


    Every night after filming, she would spend half an hour soaking her feet. Casey knew this.


    So, when they got back home, he first found candy to keep her there and then prepared hot water for her to soak her feet.


    "I''m starting to doubt whether you''re really drunk?"


    Casey looked up at her nkly.


    Under his gaze, Izabe opened the candy jar, casually picked a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and put it into her mouth. The sweet, milky smell filled the air.


    "Was that sweet?" Casey asked.


    "Hmm." Izabe seriously thought about it, then reached out to touch Casey''s chin, brought her lips close to him, let go of him after a moment, and teasingly asked, "Is it sweet?" Casey was slow to react. At first he didn''t catch on. He looked up at Izabe''s lips. A few secondster, his face suddenly turned red, and he slowly answered, "Sweet." Izabe couldn''t help butugh. She touched Casey''s burning face and messed up his hair until it was all over the ce.


    After soaking her feet, Izabe tried to persuade Casey to go to bed. Casey was surprisingly obedient, except he kept hugging Izabe like a ko on the way to the bedroom.


    Drunk behavior was unpredictable.


    When Casey pushed her onto the bed, Izabe was reminding herself not to overthink, but she didn''t need to worry at all. Casey closed his eyes and fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. ?


    Izabe was both amused and exasperated; she wanted to help Casey clean up, but she wasughing so hard she couldn''t move, she was pinned down by him!


    Casey seemed to intentionally not


    let Izabe leave, and his arm was


    wrapped around her waist, his leg pressing down on hers. Men''s body temperature was naturally higher than women''s, and there was no need for a nket. It was as if there


    was a mini heater next to her.


    Surrounded by this warmth, Izabe tried to resist for a while, but in the end, she couldn''t resist and fell asleep, too.