Intoxicated by the Love He Gave

After the script was finalized, Maxwell would seize any opportunity to explain the play to me.

But every time he talked about emotional scenes, I would feel dizzy and couldn’t understand what he meant at all.

Maxwell asked patiently, “Sandy, what don’t you understand?”

“I can’t figure out why General Watkins and Princess Sybel are so awkward. If they like each other, they should show their love. Why do they have to act with a straight face and be so formal?”

“It’s just a form of artistic expression, leaving room for the audience’s imagination and creating suspense.”

I pouted and said, “I can’t learn it...”

Suddenly, Maxwell laughed and said, “Because your emotional experience is relatively pure. You must grow up in a lovely family and have never been hurt.”

I was a bit unconvinced and asked, “Aren’t you the same?”

But when I looked up, I noticed a hint of disappointment in Maxwell’s eyes.

Suddenly, I seemed to have guessed something incredible.

Even someone like Maxwell, who was worshipped by everyone, must have regrets in his emotions, right?

I thought he would avoid it, but he spoke to me about his own experiences very frankly.

When Maxwell was very young, his parents divorced.

His mother raised him alone and went through a lot of hardships.

Because of the pressure of life, his mother became irritable and indifferent, and her demands on him became stricter and stricter.

Every time Maxwell wanted to get close to his mother, even if it was just a hug or a kiss, his mother would refuse.

“I always feel that there is no sense of peace and happiness in my mother, only a suffocating feeling. But I also understand her, because she is the one who was abandoned and hurt...”

As he said this, Maxwell looked out the window with a sad and lost expression.

I think his so-called ‘allergy’ was probably related to his unhappy childhood experiences.

At this moment, he was sitting beside me, like an abandoned big dog, making me unable to resist the urge to hug him.

I gently hugged him and said, “It’s okay, and everything will be fine!”

Maxwell was full of dependence on me. “Sandy, will you always be with me?”

“Yes! I will always be with you.”

Upon hearing these words, Maxwell lowered his head and kissed me.

His actions were gentle and tender, like rain drops falling into my heart.

At this moment, I felt that Maxwell was very close to me.

The cast of the drama The Road to Thrones was announced quickly.

As the male lead was played by Maxwell, the actor who portrayed Princess Sybel naturally attracted a lot of attention.

However, when it was known that I was a complete novice without any performance experience, the whole internet was in an uproar.

My experience was quickly dug out.

About a year ago, I once filled in a family information form and casually wrote ‘animal husbandry’ in the father’s occupation column.

Netizens mocked me because of this.

[Hahaha, isn’t it just raising pigs and cows in the countryside? She made it sound high-end. She knows how to noble herself!]

[Exactly! A village girl is playing a princess...]

[I strongly demand a change of actor. How can someone like this match with Maxwell in a drama?]

When I read the malicious comments section, my heart ached.

It was not because they were insulting me, but because these netizens were too naive and ignorant!

Did they still think that animal husbandry meant personally herding cows with a small whip?

I couldn’t help but sigh when I thought of my father’s production line worth billions.

Maxwell saw my depressed look and thought I was being criticized by netizens and became autistic.

He took out his phone angrily and said he would argue with netizens and speak up for me.

I quickly held him back and said, “You are the male lead of this drama, so your every word and action must be cautious!”

“They have all bullied my wife, and how can I be cautious?”

Wife?

Could you sound more natural?

I patiently persuaded him, “But you can’t out-argue them! You’re the only one, while there are many of them…”

After hearing this, Maxwell suddenly had a flicker in his eyes.

“Okay, then I’ll come up with a way to fight against them!”

After saying that, he went out to make a phone call.

Twenty minutes later.

The official account of The Road to Thrones spoke for me and strongly criticized the malicious mockery of netizens.

I asked Maxwell how he did it.

He said, “I exchanged conditions with them.”

“What conditions?”

He smiled, seeming indifferent. “I reduced my payment by half.”

I was shocked. “You’re too crazy, aren’t you?”

“As long as I can vent for you, it’s worth it!”

Seeing that I didn’t speak, Maxwell became unhappy.

“What’s wrong? I helped you with good intentions, and you don’t even say thank you?”

I didn’t pretend. I responded to him in a flattering way, “Thank you, honey!”

When I called him Honey, Maxwell’s expression immediately changed.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely and urgently.

“Can you not sleep in the guest room tonight?”

Without waiting for my answer, he picked me up horizontally and walked quickly toward the master bedroom.