Movie King Husband Defends First Love

The staff on set started cheering and clapping and Agnes shyly nestled into Jacob's arms.

"Oh no, everyone, don't misunderstand. There's really nothing going on between Jacob and me," she said. Jacob didn't respond or explain but simply tightened his hold on Agnes.

I used all my strength to push away the wooden frame pressing on my calf and pulled out the splinter stuck in my flesh. Limping away from the scene, I found a quiet spot to tend to my wound. When I returned to the filming site, I discovered everyone had already left.

The surrounding darkness stretched endlessly, accompanied by the howling of wild animals. I curled my injured body into a ball, gripping a tree branch and hid on a stone beneath a large tree, keeping vigilant all night long.

It wasn't until dawn that I shakily began my descent from the mountain. Halfway down, my phone finally got a signal and Jacob called, furiously scolding me, "Sienna, you're really something, huh? Not answering my calls and slacking off! Agnes got bitten by mosquitoes during filming last night. Go to the hospital and get her some medicine!"

As the most popular actress of the year, Agnes was known for her unpretentious personality, winning her many fans. Everyone knew she didn't hire personal assistants and took care of things herself.

But no one knew that Jacob took care of all her personal affairs, delegating tasks to me. When I remained silent, Jacob quickly lost patience and yelled, "Sienna, are you deaf? I'm giving you half an hour, get back to the set immediately!"

"I'm on the mountain," I replied.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before he spoke again. He finally asked, "You spent the night on the mountain? Alone?"

Surveying my surroundings, I still felt as if a pair of crimson animal eyes were watching me from behind a tree, waiting to pounce. The tension in my mind snapped and tears of delayed fear welled up in my eyes.

Jacob's tone softened, "Stay where you are. I'll come get you. It'll take about an hour." The sun blazed above me and hour after hour passed. Still, Jacob never came.

Dragging my broken body, I made my way back to the set on my own. When Jacob entered the tent, I had just finished a phone call with a new assistant candidate for an interview.

His eyes scanned my phone with cold suspicion and he asked in a deep voice, "Sienna, who were you talking to?"

"Someone I don't know," I replied flatly.

Jacob naturally thought this call was a scam call from a stranger. He didn't ask any further questions and I didn't explain.

"I figured you'd be hungry, so I brought you some food," he said, tossing a takeout box heavily onto the camping table.

The corner of the takeout box, filled with leftover food scraps, peeked out and a sour stench wafted from it.

Quickly collecting the box, Jacob cleared his throat and said, "There were a lot of people ordering takeout, they must've grabbed the wrong one."

With the kind of people who dined at the same table as a famous actor like Jacob, how could anyone possibly take the wrong box?

I lay back on the bed, turning my body to the side. I said coldly, "It's fine. My delivery should be arriving soon anyway."

Hearing this, Jacob's expression darkened and he said in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me you were ordering takeout? Sienna, I've told you many times, there's nothing going on between Agnes and me. Everything is just for the show, for the sake of creating an on-screen chemistry. I don't understand why you're making such a fuss. Why are you so petty?"

Facing the man's explanation, I responded coldly, "I'm not making a fuss."

Though I was telling the truth, it only fueled Jacob's anger. He threw the takeout box into the trash and said with a sharp tone, "Then why didn't you bring Agnes the medicine? Didn't I tell you it's inconvenient for me to go to the hospital with my public image? It's just a small matter of buying medicine. Sienna, is this really necessary?"

Buying medicine was indeed a small thing, but what about doing laundry and cooking? Agnes claimed she had a germ phobia, insisting all her clothes be hand-washed.

So, even when we were filming in the freezing northern winter, with temperatures below minus ten degrees, Jacob ordered me to bear the pain of frostbite and hand-wash Agnes's clothes. I remember once when my frostbite was so severe that it bled and stained Agnes's clothes.

Upon seeing it, Jacob kicked me out of the hotel, forcing me to wash Agnes's clothes outside in the snow while wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. All because Agnes had casually said, "Jacob, I heard from my relatives that snow can cure frostbite."

In Jacob's eyes, I had always been an obedient servant, following his every command without question. But after five years of being a servant, I was tired of it.

I pulled the blanket over my head and said coldly, "I'm not feeling well, I don't want to go."

The space on the other side of the blanket remained quiet for a long time before Jacob stormed out in anger. That night, Jacob and Agnes shot to the top of the trending searches.

In the video, Jacob was carrying Agnes in a princess hold, rushing into the hospital, shouting for an emergency.

The comments section was filled with praise: [Wow, is this Jacob Levine, the actor, making things official?]

[Oh my gosh, a princess carry! I'm so jealous. If someone tried to lift me at my weight, they'd throw out their back.]

[Isn't anyone concerned about what happened to Agnes? Why did she need to go to the ER?]

[I'm from the crew. Agnes said her forehead felt a bit hot and wanted to find a thermometer. As soon as Jacob heard, he carried her off the lounge chair and drove her to the hospital himself.]

[I knew I was shipping the right couple! I'm so into this!]

As I scrolled through the comments, Jacob called me.

Before I could even speak, he hurriedly explained, "Sienna, I took Agnes to the hospital because she said she had a fever. I was just worried her fever would affect the filming schedule, nothing more. Please don't misunderstand the trending searches. There's really nothing between me and Agnes."

"Okay," I replied.

My genuine response left Jacob speechless for half a minute. "What did you say?" he asked.

I answered, "It's all for the new drama's promotion. I understand. Don't worry, I'll handle the reporters."