How Cruel Love is

Arnold's sudden outburst of anger left the director's team puzzled.

They did not understand why the dignified and restrained man, who always had only Yvette Cuthberth in his eyes, would get so angry at him for a little stunt double.

The assistant director had no choice but to apologize for his mistake.

The entire crew was in an uproar and everyone was whispering.

"What's wrong with him today? He got angry because of a stunt double."

"Yes, he never cares about such things."

"That's strange."

I was in front of the car, listening to the crew's comments, but my gaze had always been fixed on Arnold.

He seemed to have completely ignored my presence and coldly pulled Laurent's arm.

Then he suddenly stopped and his expression became even darker in an instant.

"The logistics team and the props team leaders, come over here!"

"Is this the costume you prepared for the actress? It's minus 12 degrees Celsius and it's so thin, how are you going to let her wear it?"

"Didn't you see that her hands were all blue from the cold? Everyone in the logistics and props teams clearly embezzled the crew's funds, so please pack your bags and get out!"

As soon as the words fell, most of the crew members changed their expressions.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around her with heartache.

Laurent, who was tightly held in his arms, turned her head and looked at me provocatively.

Arnold turned around and left with her, but suddenly he met my gaze and his angry face froze in an instant.

Without waiting for him to explain, I walked straight onto the RV and instructed the driver to go home.

Anyway, judging from the situation, we could not shoot this scene today.

The RV was stopped by Arnold halfway.

He quickly got into the car, hugged me and explained with a soft and a bit worried voice. "Yvette, don't misunderstand. She's your stunt double and I feel sorry for you wearing thin clothes in such a cold weather to film. Don't think too much ...."

Listening to his clumsy lies, I sneered in my heart.

I resisted the urge to push him away and said patiently, "So you were standing up for me. I misunderstood."

The man then breathed a sigh of relief, closed the car door and leaned over to kiss me lightly.

At this moment, the assistant called, "Mr. Finch, would you like to attend the birthday party of the CEO of Mango Pictures tomorrow evening?"

"Go ahead. Prepare a set of man's suit and two sets of women's dresses!"

"By the way, bring the Chanel haute couture dinner dress I prepared specifically for Yvette."

"Two sets?" The assistant on the other end of the phone could not help but ask one more question.

"What nonsense, just hurry up and do it."

Looking at my calm gaze, he spoke up, "Today, the assistant director bullied her because she was a small actress. Bring her to the birthday party to brush up her face and no one will dare to bully her in the future."

Uncontrollable concern in front of me, false lies and poor acting skills.

Everything showed me that he cared about Laurent, very much.

The dress was quickly brought by the assistant and Laurent also came with it.

As soon as I walked in, she smiled at me sweetly and called out. "Yvette."

She was very familiar with the movement of changing shoes and it seemed that this was not her first time.

Trying on the dress, Laurent clearly liked the haute couture set Arnold prepared for me.

"Yvette, this outfit looks great on you. I wonder how it would look on me."

Arnold's heart moved and said, "Yvette, just give this dress to her. You have a better figure anyway, so you look good in anything."

I did not argue and nodded in agreement.

I did even want him anymore, why bother arguing about a dress?