"Wow, Ella is so loved by Mr. Shao. He drives Ella to work this early. It's so sweet." Every one was looking at Ella who just got out of the car.
...
She said goodbye to Samuel and walked to the studio leisurely under everyone's envious gaze.
Every one continued talking about their romance. Half an hour later, Samuel was back.
He asked some random guy in the film crew with a big smile on his face, "Could you tell me where Ella is?"
"She is... over there." He pointed to the dressing room not very far away, staring at Samuel blankly.
Samuel suddenly understood why so many homosexuals joined the theater. Even this stranger blushed when he saw such a handsome man as Samuel.
"Thank you." Samuel walked briskly towards to the dressing room.
In the Dressing Room.
Ella was sitting there, and fiddling with her diamond ring. The make-up artist, Ada, was busy powdering her face.
Ada was a very young make-up artist. Her boyfriend was Wendy's brother. Ada has been Ella's make-up artist for 6 months. And since Ella was usually in a good mood, she couldn't resist gossiping with her in an innocent schoolgirlish way. Ada knew everything about Ella and Samuel's relationship. "They are saying that Mr. Shao drove you here today. That's so sweet."
Ella smiled joyfully after she heard the name "Mr. Shao". She made herself demure, and replied modestly, "He's only okay. He's not as thoughtful as you think."
Ella didn't want to arouse much attention. Samuel was very thoughtful, but she didn't need everyone to know that. She was satisfied keeping it only between them. "He's not? You and Mr. Shao are on the entertainment news so many times a week, sometimes even make the headlines. You seemed to be very close in those pictures. You can find the love in Mr. Shao's eyes. Your smile is very sweet when you look at him." Ada was confused. She put down the powder compact and started draw
It all starts on that fateful night.
When Ella, who is the dear sister of Samuel’s best buddy, sneaks into the hotel where the drunken Samuel resides and gets pregnant…
"I don’t want a divorce!"
"I don’t want a divorce!"
"I did no such thing!"
Ella jumped on the bed and cried out. “I don’t want a scheming woman as my wife. Just sign the paper...
one sip after another. As Samuel remained gazing throughout, she felt incredibly embarrassed.
"Samuel, is there something on my face? Why do you keep staring at me?" Ella wiped her face with her hand and found nothing on it. She was wondering if her makeup was ruined.
Samuel put his leg down and came close to her. "Yes, there is something on it."
... Why couldn't she feel it? She leaned over him and said, "Well then wipe it off for me. I can't see. You need a tissue?"
"No, I don't."
Samuel leaned near, and kissed her delicately.
He said in relief, "All right, now."
Ella realized that he was teasing her, again.
She grabbed the rest of the panini and swung it close to Samuel's mouth. "Don't tease me all the time, " she warned. "Eat the rest of my panini."
Samuel held her hand with the panini, and took a bite, and another.
When he swallowed the last morsel of it, he put her fingers in his mouth one at a time to suck off the flaky crumbs.
...
Ella withdrew her and sat there dumbfounded.
How, how, how could he have done something like that? She blushed red.
"Something wrong?" Samuel grinned at her and waved his hand in front of her face.
Ella drew back her hand, slapped on his shoulder and said, "Go home, you idiot."