Chapter 622 Fight


    Jean nodded and fell silent. She felt the tension as she followed Zed closely from behind. An


    ufortable silence cloaked the couple as they rushed towards the hospital.


    When they entered the rtively calm emergency area, it was crowded and it did reek of antiseptic.


    Then they spotted Moore walking out of the clinic. His right cheek bandaged up and there was a band-


    aid just above his left brow.


    Avery, who was right beside Moore, cast a worried look at Moore''s wounds. She also looked like she


    wanted to cry out and say something tofort Moore, but she didn''t know what to say. When she was


    finally about to say something, Jean asked, "Moore, are you okay?" Jean, hands still locked with Zed,


    walked briskly along the corridor amidst the nurses and doctors to close the short distance towards


    Moore.


    Upon noticing Zed and Jean, Avery felt like little part of the heavy load was taken off her chest and she


    could now breathe a bit better.


    "As you can see, I''m fantastic," replied Moore, a bit embarassed. He turned towards Zed and asked


    him with a serious expression, "Why are you guys here?"


    "Adolf called. He told us what happened," exined Zed. "Jean was incredibly worried, so we came as


    fast as we could."


    "Jesus, Moore, why''d you fight?" Jean blurted out, no longer able to keep it to herself.


    "Well, I..." Moore paused before he could finish his words. He really didn''t know what to answer. He


    smiled bitterly, and was about to open his mouth.


    "This is all my fault," Avery said, her voice quivering with guilt. "It was because of me. I was the reason


    why Moore got into that fight."


    "Then would you please enlighten me what the hell happened there?" demanded Zed, clearly eager to


    get to the bottom of the situation.


    "Actually, it was nothing that serious. For other people, I guess, but it was plenty serious to me. That


    afternoon, the director had to attend to some other business, so he assigned the assistant director to


    see the shoot through. The thing was, for whatever reason, this assistant director kept saying horrible


    things about Avery''s performance. Although I saw with my own two eyes that Avery''s acting was


    superb, he asked her to repeat the same scenes over and over again dozens of times. In one particr


    shot where Avery just had to look back smiling, the assistant director, he said...he said..."


    The memory of the director''s words filled Moore with anger. His face was livid. He stammered and


    couldn''t even finish the sentence since he was ovee with emotion.


    "What did he say?" Jean curiously asked.


    "He said smiling gently was the most basic and fundamental aspect of acting, but Avery couldn''t even


    pull that off. He insulted her, Jean. He said she knew jack shit about acting in advertisements. In some


    shots, he shouted at her for smiling too much. In others, he said she smiled like a prostitute. Who says


    that? Anyway, the assistant director always found a reason to make Avery repeat one shot after


    another. Why is he like that? How can someone be so rude and over-criticize Avery like that? He''s not


    even worthy to carry Avery''s shoes for her."


    At this point, Moore was furious. Veins were literally popping on his forehead.


    Then it clicked. Zed and Jean realized and understood what had happened.


    Moore only wanted to defend the woman he loved, but he lost his temper.


    Then all the me should be on the assistant director. It was fine if he did that to any other actor, but


    Avery was an international superstar.


    Despite this, he still threw insults at her and treated her poorly.


    Wasn''t he afraid of the bacsh he would receive when her fans found out about this?


    Moore''s words brought about an ufortable silence among the group. The silence was broken by


    Avery, who in a soft voice, said, "Actually..." She paused, trying toe up with the best words so that


    she wouldn''t set off Moore, who was already in a fiery mood. "Today, I wasn''t really myself. I got too


    caught up in the fact that Moore was there with me. I was so happy, so I didn''t concentrate on the shoot


    that much. The assistant director''s words were a little offensive, but I guess he thought I couldn''t


    understand Chinese. Throughout the shoot, there wasn''t a single perfect shot. It didn''t go smoothly, so


    it was inevitable that he would be frustrated.


    Let''s look at it this way. Since the director assigned the task of shooting this advertisement to the


    assistant director, that means the director has a lot of faith ced on that assistant director and


    believes him to be better than other staff. Sure, he had been a little harsh with his words, but all he


    wanted was the shoot to be perfect."


    As Avery exined, her restlessness was bing more and more noticeable on her face.


    "So you''re ming me for getting mad at him?" asked Moore in a cold voice. He was clealy upset by


    this.


    At that moment, Zed understood why Adolf wasn''t here and just called them. He also realized why


    Adolf told him that it was all Moore''s fault for what happened in today''s shoot.


    How else could a director produce a beautiful and well-mademecial if he didn''t strive for perfection


    and wasn''t strict with the staff, especially with the actors?


    Moore defended Avery because of the director''s drive to create something beautiful. He even lost his


    temper in the process and beat him up. Zed was baffled by this.


    ''Why did Moore do that?


    Has he trully fallen in love with Avery over the past few days?


    This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Is this why he couldn''t bear the fact that Avery was being insulted and bullied like that?''


    A lot of questions ran through Zed''s confused mind. He found himself staring at Moore, unconsciously


    trying to examine him for the hope of understanding what his reasons were.


    However, Jean had an entirely different opinion.


    "Moore, I''m with you. I also can''t stand directors insulting and degrading actors and celebrities all under


    the guise of making a beautifulmercial,"


    Jean said angrily in an attempt tofort Moore.


    "Jean!" Zed called with a raised voice, his brows knitted tight, as he wanted to stop Jean from uttering


    another word. She didn''t though and defiantly asked, "Why? Am I wrong? Zed, don''t you dare try to


    stop me. I''ll meet with this assistant director and ask him who the hell he thinks he is and find out why


    he bullied Avery like that." Jean started to walk away with a determined look on her face.


    "Stop making this worse," retorted Zed doggedly as his arm shot out and grabbed Jean''s arm before


    she could walk farther.


    "Making it worse? How am I making this worse, Zed?" Jean replied, indignant at her husband''s words.


    "So you''d rather Moore keep quiet and do nothing while the love of his life was being insulted right


    before his very eyes? You call that love?"


    "Jean, I..." Zed felt helpless. He forced a wry smile and tried to exin further, "Listen. Each profession


    has its own rules. It just so happens that directors have tougher requirements and expectations. I''m not


    saying Moore was entirely at fault. The assistant director may have gone too far with his jibes. But


    Moore should have kept his temper in check. He should have shown restraint and not beaten the man."


    "Zed, whose side are you really on here?" asked Jean angrily.


    "Hey, hey. I''m at our friend''s side here. I''m just saying, he should own up to his mistakes," replied Zed


    frankly.


    "I don''t... I don''t even want to talk to you right now," Jean said angrily. She quickly averted her gaze and


    avoided Zed''s determined eyes.


    Jean''s response made Zed smirk. He walked towards Moore, and sighed before saying, "Moore, listen.


    I''m not saying this because I thought the assistant director was right. I''m saying this because I think


    you should think about how negatively this would affect Avery. There would be consequences if what


    happened back there gets publicized."


    "I know that." Moore nooded grimly in agreement, and then added, "I''ll apologize. I''ll look at the director


    in the eyes and apologize, even if it frustrates me so much. But I''m willing to do this for Avery."


    As soon as Avery heard Moore''s words, her head shot up, her expression worried and anxious.


    "Moore, you know you don''t have to do this for me."


    "No, I shouldn''t have lost my temper. I shouldn''t have put you in this situation." Moore added while


    shaking his head, his tone hurt, "I was too impulsive, too rash. I lost my temper and I didn''t stop to think


    of the consequences. I should have been more considerate."


    "No, Moore. It wasn''t your fault at all. I just wasn''t myself today. If I was, this wouldn''t have..." Avery''s


    heart was heavy with remorse. The more guilty Moore was, the more upset she got.


    Avery should have been happy to see Moore stand up for her when she was being treated like that.


    This showed that Moore really cared about her.


    What upset Avery the most was the fact that Moore would go and apologize to that man.


    The Moore she loved was a proud man.


    How would he endure humbling himself before someone?


    No, Avery didn''t think he could.