Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 248 - 247: Secretly Delighted with an Embrace
The address that Director Ford asked Damian Sinclair to investigate was indeed very important to him; it concerned his happiness for the rest of his life.
Director Ford compromised, "Alright, alright, send the address over." ๐ป๐โฏโฏ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐.๐ธ๐๐ฎ
"Thanks."
The two hung up the phone, and shortly after, Director Ford received a text message from Damian Sinclair.
Looking at the address in the message, the frustration stuck in Director Fordโs throat finally dissipated a bit, "Itโs my movie, and you say itโll have a holiday just like that. Fine, a holiday it is, but I can make her work overtime to catch up on progress."
Director Ford muttered proudly to himself.
Sharon Cheney came out from behind the set and heard him, confused, "What holiday, overtime, catching up on progress? Bella?"
"Yeah," Director Ford replied absentmindedly before realizing, immediately locking his phone and smiling back at her, "Sharon, you startled me there with no warning."
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Sharon Cheney glanced at the phone he had hidden away, a bit puzzled. Was he talking to a lover, and had she interrupted him?
Thinking so, Sharon Cheney suddenly felt a bit stifled. As if there was a weight pressing on her chest, it was a little uncomfortable.
"Oh, not at all, Iโm not that timid," Director Ford quickly gestured, "Youโve got a heavy scene today, arenโt you tired?"
"Itโs alright," Sharon said, "Director Ford, Bella might not be able to make it back today, she likely needs to take another day off."
"Bellaโs already back, sheโs in the dressing room now, didnโt you see her just now?" Director Ford asked instinctively, then added, "Oh, you were filming earlier so you probably missed her. Bellaโs already back, donโt worry."
"Really? Thatโs good then." Sharon Cheney breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, "Iโll head over there now."
"Hey, Sharon, wait a sec." Director Ford reached out and grabbed Sharon Cheneyโs arm.
Sharon Cheney had just turned around when her arm was caught, and since she was wearing her costume with embroidered shoes, she was unsteady and tilted sideways.
Director Ford immediately stepped forward, extending his arm to steady her by the shoulders.
Sharon Cheney couldnโt keep her balance and fell right into his arms.
They both froze!
"Old Ford, sorry, I lost my balance and bumped into you, did I hurt you?" Sharon Cheney realized and instantly struggled out of his embrace, awkwardly stepping back to put some distance between them.
The once real embrace suddenly empty, Director Ford felt his heart sink for a moment.
He lowered his hand, concerned, "Iโm fine. Sharon, did you twist your ankle?"
Sharon Cheney shook her head, somewhat evasively, "If thereโs nothing else, Iโll just go over there."
"Wait, Sharon, I need to talk to you." Director Ford stopped her, awkwardly retracting the hand that was about to grab her arm, "I want to go somewhere, could you accompany me?"
Sharon Cheney frowned and remained silent; after a long pause, she finally said, "Iโm quite busy recently, I may not have time. You should find someone else to accompany you."
"Itโs alright, itโs not like Iโm going anytime soon," Director Ford said, "Iโll come to pick you up once youโre free. Besides you, I canโt think of anyone else to go with me."
Having put it this way, Sharon Cheney couldnโt keep refusing. After hesitating for a while, she finally nodded, "Okay. When are we going?"
"No rush, no rush, Iโll let you know once I have things arranged," Director Ford was finally happy.
