LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 100: Bashful Little Rabbit

Blair had just opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Tyrell who finally tore his gaze away from Leila and leaned toward them.

"What are you two whispering about over there?". He asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

"Nothing,". Yvette said innocently, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

Tyrell didn’t look convinced, but before he could press further, Leila returned, her expression composed once more. She slid into her seat quietly, avoiding Tyrell’s gaze entirely.

Blair watched the whole interaction unfold, his skepticism slowly melting into curiosity.

Perhaps Yvette was just right, there was something unusual about the way Tyrell usually playful demeanor softened when he looked at Leila.

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The e crisp morning air carried a chill as the crew began setting up for the day’s filming activities.

Leila moved quickly through the set, her eyes darting around everywhere to avoid any possible encounters with Tyrell.

Her heart was still racing from how he’d deliberately caressed her palms the previous day, and the last thing she needed was for him to pick up on the feelings she was desperately trying to suppress.

So, she kept herself busy, adjusting props and fetching scripts, deliberately staying out of sight as the saying goes: out of sight, out of mind.

Yvette who was about getting prepared for the day’s filming activities however, noticed the deliberate avoidance and it left her curious and somewhat worried.

She then cornered the busy or pretending to be busy Leila near the storage area, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at her.

"Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Tyrell?"

Leila froze in her stance, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Nothing". She said, a little bit quickly, too quickly. "I mean what could there possibly be between us, hehehe. Of course there’s nothing". She laughed nervously as she added.

Yvette raised a skeptical eyebrow and probed on. "Nothing? Really? Because I’ve been watching him. He can’t stop staring at you, and you always have this blushing and bashful expression whenever he’s around and that baffles me a lot cause I’ve never seen you this way but then again it’s all good and then you’ve been avoiding him like the plague. Is it what I think it is . . ."

Leila’s blush deepened, and she shook her head almost immediately as she waved her hands dismissively. "It’s nothing, Yvette, seriously. You’re imagining things."

"Are you sure?". Yvette pressed, leaning in closer. "Because if you ask me, he certainly.. ."

"I think it’s time to get ready for your scene or we’ll keep delaying everyone on the first day of filming and that’s bad" . Leila suddenly interrupted, nudging the talkative Yvette toward the dressing room. "You don’t want to keep the crew waiting, trust me."

Yvette frowned but allowed herself to be ushered away, casting one last curious glance over her shoulder as Leila immediately hurried off in the opposite direction but there was no need to worry, they had a lot of time to discuss about this and as she remembered how flushed Leila had looked, she couldn’t resist laughing out.

"Just you wait, I’ll make you spit out the truth willingly".

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Minutes later, the whole set was alive and bustling with activity as the director had finally decided to begin filming the final scene due to the absence of Jocelyn who was still tied up with her prior commitments, this way it would save them time and they could wrap up much earlier than expected.

The pelting snow outside had now intensified, blanketing the ground in white and adding a serene backdrop to the indoor pool where the day’s shoot was taking place.

It was part of the semi finale scene, the character both Blair and Tyrell were playing had fallen in love with Yvette’s though they kept denying it afterall, they all though she was a male and being a gay, nah.

But even still, Tyrell’s character still couldn’t give up or forget about her despite having an arranged marriage with Jocelyn’s character so he cane to the pool to loosen up his mind but who knew he would also discover a life changing secret.

Yvette emerged from the dressing room dressed in her male disguise, a loose-fitting shirt and sweatpants with her hair tucked under a cap.

She walked onto the set, adjusting her cuffs and emotions, her expression focused.

Tyrell who was already in the pool, glanced up and gave her a lazy smile. He was shirtless, his toned physique glistening under the soft lighting, and his relaxed demeanor belied the intensity of the scene they were about to film and Leila who was watching from the sides couldn’t help but feel shy and bashful.

"Ready?". Tyrell asked in a gentlemanly manner, his voice low and smooth as he helped her into the pool before settling back into his position.

Yvette smiled nodded. "Let’s do this."

The director clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone! Quiet on set! Cameras rolling... and action!"

Yvette had entered the pool area in her disguised male persona, her strides confident but casual.

She glanced around, not noticing Tyrell who was swimming lazily in the corner. And as per the script, she hesitated for a moment before loosening her shirt and letting it fall into the water, revealing her feminine form, the contour of her body which was revealed from the tank top she was wearing underneath.

She ran her hands lazily through her hair which tumbled down her back as she removed the cap, and she dipped a tentative toe into the water.

Tyrell who had suddenly gazed backwards earlier and noticed her appearance and had since then been watching from the shadows, froze mid-stroke.

His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. The man he had been trying to keep his feelings for in check wasn’t a man at all, it was her, a female under the disguise of a man and this alone made his pulse quickened, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

He swam toward her, his movements deliberate and urgent. Yvette noticed him this time and was left startled, she turned to see him closing the distance between them and before she could say a word, he reached for her, his hands gripping her shoulders gently yet firmly.

"You..." . He breathed helplessly, his voice a mixture of disbelief and relief. "You’re not a male, you’re really a female".

"I was disguising myself". She finally confessed, her voice trembling after a while of hesitation, she was already caught in the act and it melted her heart to see him, the guy she’d a crush on all fussed up to this extent because of her. "I had no choice and I hope.. . ."

"I understand it all now". His hands slid down to her arms, his touch sending shivers through her. "I know" He repeated softly, his gaze locking onto hers.

"And I don’t care. I tried to stop myself several times because I thought.. . ." He cut himself off, shaking his head. "But now... knowing the truth, I don’t think I can hold back anymore."

Yvette lips parted in shock, but before she could respond Tyrell leaned in closer for the perfect angle to capture them in passionate kiss.

Her initial surprise melted into the intensity of the moment, her arms wrapping itself around his neck instantly as he pulled her closer to himself.

Their passion carried them out of the pool and onto the nearby mattress at the edge of the pool a prop meant for the romantic conclusion of the scene.

Tyrell’s hands roamed her back, his breath mingling with hers and just as he approached to kiss her again, she froze staring up and then she immediately pushed him away into the pool, someone had chanced in on them .

"Cut!". The director’s excited voice rang out, shattering the spell.

The crew erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement filling the room. The scene had been executed flawlessly in one take, capturing the raw emotion and chemistry between the two leads.

The duo collected themselves and regain their composure back but Tyrell had already sustained a little injury as Yvette pushed him away, he had rammed his elbow in the edge of the pool.

Leila was the first to rush forward, a large towel in hand. She draped it over Yvette’s shoulders, her expression a mixture of concern and pride. "You were amazing". She said softly, helping her to her feet.

Tyrell’s manager approached with equal haste, holding out a towel. "Tyrell, let’s get you inside before it’s late. You’re going to catch a cold" . He said sternly, his tone filled with concern and urgency.

Tyrell sneezed just then, his nose red from the chill. "Too late, the damage’s done already" . He muttered, wrapping the towel around himself and shivering slightly.

He followed his manager toward the heated dressing rooms, pausing only to glance back at Leila. His lips curled into a small, teasing smile, but the cold prevented him from saying anything more.

Leila, noticing his lingering look, clenched her fists and muttered under her breath. "That damned guy..."

Yvette, quietly watching the exchange, couldn’t help but chuckle. "Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two?". She whispered.

Leila straightened, brushing imaginary lint off her shirt. "Positive."