Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 34

In a cramped space, the two bodies were pressed close together.

"Egbert?" A man's voice drifted in from outside the door, sounding a bit muffled.

Eileen's heart was racing. She looked up at the man in front of her, catching him staring at her chest. Looking down, she realized her bra was showing.

"Stop staring!" Eileen retorted, pulling her collar up and shooting him a glare.

Egbert fell silent for a moment, then looked up at her.

"I know you've got a ton of questions." Eileen said. "I'll explain later, but for now I need your help."

Although her tone was pleading, her actions were quite the opposite.

Egbert glanced down at his collar, which was being gripped by Eileen. One of her hands was clutching her own collar while the other was tightly holding onto his. Her forceful demeanor was more threatening than begging.

Egbert raised his hand, wanting to loosen her grip, but her hand held on tightly.

"You let go first." Egbert said.

Eileen refused, "Promise me first! Help me out, and then I'll let go!"

Egbert frowned, letting go of her hand and calmly replied, "Guess we'll just wait it out then."

“You!” Eileen said.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Egbert?" It was still the man's voice.

Eileen, feeling frustrated, reluctantly released Egbert.

Egbert didn't move. He just glanced at his rumpled collar, then looked back at Eileen.

Eileen could only helplessly reach out and straighten his collar for him, "There, happy now?"

Egbert chuckled. Eileen glared at him, not saying a word.

"Hold on." He threw a piece of clothing over Eileen's head.

Before Eileen could react, the door swung open. She immediately froze.

"Egbert, what are you doing in there? And what is this?” The guy asked.

The door shut.

After waiting a moment, Eileen carefully removed the clothing from her head. The changing room was now empty.

Without much thought, she quickly changed, while voices from outside seeped in. After a while, Egbert's voice came from outside, "You can come out now."

Eileen, clutching her original clothing, cautiously stepped out. The room was empty except for Egbert.

Eileen saw Egbert sitting coldly on the sofa, watching her with a calm expression.

The heater was on in the room, and Egbert seemed to be feeling hot. His black coat was thrown next to the sofa, and he was only wearing a thin white shirt with a badly crumpled collar.

Looking at the wrinkles on his collar, Eileen felt a bit awkward, "About what just happened, thank you."

Egbert just gave her a once-over and stayed silent.

Her hairdo, the heavy makeup on her face, the exquisite dress she was wearing, all gave her a charming air.

"Are you filming a drama?" He asked.

"Yes, just next door." Eileen replied.

Egbert didn't say anything else. In fact, this was the first time he saw Eileen so carefully dressed. Usually, she appeared rather slovenly. But now, she was all dolled up, shining brightly, so elegant it was hard to look away.

Eileen couldn't handle his gaze on her; she could barely suppress her grin. She quickly said, "Alright, alright. Since you insist, Mr. Reed, and I'm not one to be ungrateful. Thank you."

Egbert shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the spare key on the table, "From now on, the rest room will be locked. You'll need the key to get in.”

Eileen promptly picked up the key, saying cheerfully, “Thank you!”

Egbert just waved her off, indicating she could leave.

Eileen happily returned to the studio next door. When the staff saw her come back, they immediately shouted, "Eileen, where did you go? The director's calling for you."

"Alright, I'm on my way." Eileen said.

When Eileen went to find Lenwood, he was discussing the plot with Bartley using the script. Seeing Eileen approach, Lenwood gave her a once-over, his eyes flashing with surprise.

He had to admit, Eileen's current look nailed the lively, elegant, swanlike character of Prima described in the script. Added to that, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Your look is on point." Lenwood said, flipping to a certain page in the script, "The next scene we're shooting is scene six. Let me explain the plot to you. Where's your script?"

Eileen pulled out her script from her backpack and stood next to Bartley.

Both Eileen and Bartley opened their scripts. Lenwood couldn't help but peek. Bartley's script was filled with colorful annotations, a clear sign of the effort he put into his character. Eileen's script, however, looked brand-new, as if it had never been touched before.

A sense of foreboding settled in Lenwood's heart. He had a hunch they were going to be working late into the night.

After explaining the plot for over ten minutes, Lenwood looked anxiously at Eileen, who was eyeing the food in the crew's hands. Fighting back his irritation, he asked, "Did you get all that?"

"What? I got it." Eileen quickly responded.

Lenwood knew deep down she hadn't been listening at all.

Lenwood waved it off, "Forget it, let's just shoot one scene and see how it goes."