The clouds are smooth, and the moon is bright, a gentle breeze brushes past the willows.
An ancient castle amid the misty green mountains, illuminated by ancient lights.
In the dining room of Anderson Castle, Rosie Scott held plates of rice in both hands, sighing helplessly, "I don't know, what does Second Young Master mean by this?"
"The grandeur of Ael's magnates," Charles Anderson said, self-mockingly.
Rosie Scott's mouth twitched, as expected, this man bears grudges, even remembering a casual remark she'd made earlier.
"I never liked extravagance, Second Young Master, you don't have to do this in the future. I won't find it romantic."
Charles Anderson's dark eyes deepened, his lips curled into a subtle smile, "Rosie, your frugality brings me joy."
Rosie Scott raised an eyebrow at him, "Second Young Master, make sure the bed is ready tonight, I'll need to squeeze in with you."
"It's already been tidied up, you can come anytime."
No matter what she said, Charles Anderson always had a comeback, not only responding but capable of countering, leaving the girl speechless as she continued eating.
Rosie Scott picked up her chopsticks and began eating. She didn't eat much for dinner to ensure a good night's sleep, like many actors who skip dinner, wake up hungry, and feel great the next day.
But Rosie couldn't afford to go hungry. Being a bit on the slender side, fasting would lead to low blood sugar, leaving her dizzy and weak.
After dinner, Rosie went upstairs alone. Ms. Lindsey sent her three movies for reference, urging her to finish them soon and thoroughly understand the roles.
Jane said she should either act them out or write them down.
As soon as Rosie received these messages on WeChat, Jane immediately called. At that moment, Lindsey still had a bit of patience, but not much. "Since you're new and inexperienced, I've given you extra time. I expect results by 3 p.m. tomorrow."
"T-tomorrow afternoon?" The girl glanced at her phone; it was already 9 p.m. "Ms. Lindsey, can I still sleep?"
"You can sleep after you finish the movies."
"But, a movie is two hours, three movies are six hours," Rosie calculated roughly; she'd have to watch until 3 a.m.
"What? You think it's not enough?" Jane's voice on the other end was rustling papers; she seemed to still be working. "Then should I pick a few more for you?"
"No, no! It's enough, enough. I… I'll finish them tonight." The girl hung up the phone, shoulders slumped as she sighed, "If it's meant to be, it'll happen, if it's a calamity, you can't escape it."
It's just three movies, just watch them!
The nightingale sang softly, the moon rose high in the sky.
Rosie, after showering, sneaked into Charles's room. She wouldn't return to her own room; what if a burglar came again and something happened?
She slipped under the covers, feeling a bit excited for barging into a man's room so boldly; she sniffed the sheets, sensing a faint floral fragrance mixed with a woody sandalwood scent.
Is this his scent?
Now, she laid on his bed, wrapped in his blanket.
The girl swallowed; though pleasant, the scent felt unfamiliar.
She tucked her face into the blanket, recalling the day she helped Charles bathe, his taut muscles and slightly angry face.
"What are you thinking about—Rosie!"
She patted her cheeks, lying on the bed watching movies, eyes wide with concentration...
Half an hour later—
Her gaze became vacant, eyelids heavy. Even if she taped them open, she couldn't fight off sleep. After wrestling with it for a while, she finally dozed off during the movie's most thrilling scene.
At eleven in the evening, Jack Hugh pushed Second Young Master back to his room, always stopping at the door.
It wasn't that Jack was unwilling to enter, but Charles had a strong sense of personal space, disliking interference even from his aide, Jack.
Entering the room, Charles saw a 'cocoon' on the bed; she'd wrapped herself in a white blanket, her fluffy black hair spread across the pillow. The scent coming from her was fresh like pomegranate, hinting at a recent bath.
Hearing the girl's even breathing, he slowly approached.
Only when he got closer did he notice the phone still playing a movie clutched in her hand.
Gently, he took the phone from her hand, paused the movie, and brushed aside her hair that covered her face, his hand freezing when he saw her closed eyes roll back, startled by the sight.
(ó⌣ò)＝She's fallen asleep!!!
Charles noticed the tape over her eyelids, sighed softly, and gently cupped her chin, carefully removing the bothersome tape with a slight tug.
The girl naturally closed her eyes, let out a soft murmur, breaking free from his grasp, and nuzzled into the bed.
"Rosie, you still have injuries on your leg, you need to apply the medicine." His voice was warm, almost like a gentle breeze in the quiet night.
The one lying on the bed didn't respond, and Charles, sitting in the wheelchair, hesitated for a while before shaking his head resignedly.
Keeping a good sleep environment for her, he only left the bedside lamp on, casting a tender glow in the room's corner.
Charles gently grasped her ankle, placing it on his lap, used a cotton swab to apply ointment on her injured knee and calf, and only returned it under the covers once it formed a layer.
He then went to the bathroom, emerging with half-dried hair minutes later. Lying on the bed felt stiff; he couldn't sleep, curious about how Rosie could rest so peacefully in a stranger's bed.
Her lips slightly parted, breathing shallow, her lashes long and dense like crow's feathers.
He stared for a few minutes, pondering, "How can you sleep so soundly?"
She subconsciously nestled towards the warmth.
Unknowing, she almost touched Charles's nose, his pupils suddenly narrowing as he gazed at her lips, swallowing.
"How many boyfriends did you have before?" He murmured again, knowing she was deep asleep and couldn't hear him.
"Can you sleep so soundly because you've shared…" Charles stopped abruptly, as Rosie moved.
She snuggled into his arms, initially seeking warmth, but as the heat became too much, tried to move away.
Charles's dark eyes filled with turbulence, his arm tightened around her waist.
Rosie had nowhere to go and ceased struggling.
She slept deeply that night, so when she awoke around six in the morning and found herself staring at Charles's captivating face, she felt as if struck by lightning.
"Ah!!!!"
Charles woke abruptly, his robe wide open, exposing defined chest muscles. Most importantly, one hand was gripping her waist firmly, implying… intimacy!
"Pervert!" Rosie exclaimed, shoving him away and delivering a crisp slap.
Being pushed was one thing; the slap darkened his expression. Now radiating coldness, Charles's black eyes locked onto Rosie like a hunting wolf.