From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Hehe. Haha.

In the bedroom, the sounds of the young couple's playfulness bloomed like fireworks.

In front of the monitor, there was silence—

This scene was not in the script.

Mackie and Eric knew their script, to which they had devoted countless efforts, inside and out. They both knew that the script did not indicate any action here.

However, neither Mackie nor Eric interrupted the filming:

Everything was so smooth and natural, a perfect and effortless progression.

The happiness overflowing from the screen was so simple, so pure, and so intense that it broke the fourth wall, immersing everyone around the monitor, unable to extricate themselves, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Finally, Rachel surrendered, "Oh, my toes, my toes are numb."

However, Evan's thoughts were elsewhere, carefully searching for every detail in Rachel's expression, a hint of hesitation and struggle revealed in the halo of happiness in her pupils.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Evan tried to stop himself. He didn't need to and shouldn't speak. There was no need to ruin this moment of beauty and happiness, but words ultimately broke free and blurted out.

"Do you think…"

"Will we be together forever?"

His voice was trembling.

There was fear and anticipation, worry and happiness, hesitation and elation… Those contradictory and complex emotions tugged at the rolling of his throat, leaving a lingering echo, gently falling on her heart. Language was truly difficult to simply describe, yet it spread so authentically on the tip of her tongue.

Involuntarily, she also began to tremble.

Rachel was stunned.

She noticed the complexity and struggle in his eyes, her heart quietly tensing up. She moved her body back, leaning against the headboard, adjusting her line of sight, looking into those blue eyes with panic and hesitation on her face.

"That's our plan, isn't it?"

Rachel couldn't find the response she was hoping for in those eyes, she was a little flustered, and had to remind him again.

"No matter what?"

He shouldn't have forgotten their promise, right?

Or was he like all men, forgetting all the sweet words and vows as soon as they were spoken, with only women foolishly taking those promises seriously?

Rachel's pupils darted left and right in panic, trying to find the familiar expression on that handsome face, so that her suspended heart could return to her chest. Now she almost forgot how to breathe.

Evan was also stunned—

No matter what?

He didn't remember, he didn't remember such a promise at all. His mind was blank, he didn't know when, in what situation, under what circumstances he said what words.

He shouldn't have opened Pandora's box.

But now it was too late.

He immediately realized that his expression had been completely exposed. What should he do, how should he cover up and get through this?

"Yes, of course, yes."

"I just wanted to double-check."

His head was completely muddled, and there was no time to think carefully in a hurry, so he perfunctorily glossed over it, but Evan knew that he hadn't been able to convince her.

She remained vigilant and suspicious, her eyes full of confusion.

Obviously, she didn't know what happened, but she knew that he was particularly strange today.

How should he explain it?

Hey, Rachel, I just went back in time to prevent a tragedy from happening, but I didn't expect the result of the butterfly effect to be that we got together. This is what I dreamed of, and now it's really happening, but I dare not believe it, for fear that it's all just an illusion. Did I really change the past? Will we really have a happy ending like in a fairy tale?

Obviously, this won't work.

The noisy thoughts swarmed up, but in the end, they were all put aside.

He looked at Rachel, his eyes, mind, and heart all filled with this one figure, the happiness he had been thinking about was now in his hands.

Then.

He didn't try to defend himself, but looked deeply at Rachel—

He didn't remember the time and origin of this promise, but it didn't matter, it was enough to repeat it again at this moment, he knew his heart.

His gaze fell into Rachel's eyes.

"No matter what, right?"

Light, yet affectionate.

Sincere, yet fragile.

His voice fell gently on her heart like a butterfly.

Everything else was no longer important.

She could see his eyes, and she could also see the burning passion in the depths of his soul. That vow was deeply imprinted in her soul like a brand, and her heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

Just like that, falling.

Rachel nodded lightly, repeating in a murmured whisper.

"No matter what."

The two people were in sync, Rachel's hands affectionately holding his cheeks, the distance getting closer and closer, the hot breaths intertwined, followed by the friction of skin colliding into a charming spark.

The whole place was silent.

A burst of dry mouth and a pounding heart, involuntarily wanting to turn away but unable to resist looking back, greedily feeling the temperature, the breath, and the touch from the monitor screen, a roar in the eardrums.

Mackie was not used to it, and his brain was constantly sounding the alarm, reminding himself that he was deviating from the track; but reason also stepped on the brakes, and the performance in front of him didn't seem to be a problem, although he couldn't say why, he felt that this way seemed better, and the state between the two actors was correct.

More importantly, his brain was filled with surging emotions, unable to function or think.

Then, he just went with the flow in a daze.

When he came to his senses, the scene was replayed again.

But, what should he do? What's next?

Mackie's mind was still blank, his attention had already flown to an irrelevant universe, swallowing saliva while watching the scene on the monitor screen.

Until—

"Ah, nosebleed."

Eric exclaimed in panic, looking down and seeing his hands full of blood, and a smear of blood on his cheek, looking over in astonishment and confusion, not knowing what to do.

Mackie watched the nosebleed continue to flow, and now he also panicked, his thoughts finally pulled back to reality, and his feet felt the solidity of the ground again.

"Cut."

Mackie shouted.

Only then did he realize that this scene had just been filmed, and they should have paused the filming, otherwise the two actors would never be able to stop, and they would just keep... getting intimate.

"Cut!"

"Pause filming!"

"Uh, uh, we need to deal with a nosebleed here."

In the bedroom, they finally heard the command to stop filming, and were able to catch their breath, separating from each other.

Originally still in an ambiguous atmosphere, the eyes of the two actors were a little dazed, hazy, unable to clearly distinguish between reality and illusion; but after hearing the voice from the intercom, they both fell into a bewildered state of doubting their lives, exchanging glances, but neither had an answer.

Wait, did the director just say that there was a nosebleed incident outside?

…Nosebleed?