Kapitel 54: Chapter 54: A Love Tested
Chapter 54: A Love Tested
Aaron King looked every bit the prince in his pristine white shirt, with the buttons undone to the third, revealing his chiseled chest—a perfect blend of rugged masculinity and noble elegance. The soft light highlighted his handsome features, making him look both carefree and refined, exuding an irresistible combination of sensuality and sunlit purity. He gently cradled the girl in his arms, his deep black eyes filled with infinite tenderness, as if the one he held was the most precious treasure in the world.
The photographer, Michael, expertly captured this captivating moment, his fingers rapidly clicking the shutter.
Before the blue screen, the two seamlessly transitioned between various intimate poses. Aaron King tenderly nuzzled Bella Rose's hair, lightly brushed her delicate nose, or rested his chin on her head as he gently stroked her long, flowing hair. Each movement was natural and fluid, brimming with deep emotion. His profile was striking, and the diamond stud in his left ear gleamed with a bright, vivid blue light.
Bella Rose, with her Barbie doll-like appearance, gazed at him quietly with her mesmerizing black-crystal eyes. She wore a light blue lace gown that floated dreamily around her, her voluminous curls cascading down her shoulders. A delicate, pale green perfume bottle hung between her soft, slender collarbones, emitting a subtle, fresh fragrance. The scene was pure and ethereal.
Michael, the photographer, seemed pleased with the outcome, frequently raising his fingers in approval as he adjusted the angles. However, not far from him, James Taylor's brows furrowed slightly, as if he were carefully considering something. After taking dozens of shots, Michael finally signaled with an "okay" gesture.
At that moment, James Taylor, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly approached the photographer, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Michael frowned but ultimately nodded in resignation. He gestured a few instructions, and the staff, who had just relaxed, resumed their positions. Aaron King and Bella Rose returned to the blue screen, and the flashlights started up again.
What's going on? Are they reshooting? Lydia Moore glanced over at Aaron King, puzzled. She considered getting up to check but was so exhausted from the busy days and the quiet atmosphere on set that she couldn't resist the drowsiness overtaking her. Before long, she drifted off into a deep sleep.
In her hazy dream state, she felt a tall figure standing beside her, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes. She lazily turned over and continued sleeping.
James Taylor's meticulous demands on the shoot's results meant that Aaron King had to endure retakes for nearly two hours. He was utterly drained and bored. Yet, here was his assistant, comfortably napping on the couch? With a scowl on his handsome face, Aaron King approached the sofa, intending to wake her up roughly. But when he saw the dark circles under her eyes, the hand that was about to tap her head slowly lowered, replaced by a wave of unexpected tenderness.
For someone with no prior experience as an assistant, the past two weeks of arranging his schedule and handling all the on-site tasks must have been exhausting for her. Yet this fool never complained, always wearing a happy expression. Aaron King sighed lightly and gently draped his jacket over her.
In her sleep, Lydia Moore seemed to feel his warmth and instinctively pulled the jacket tighter around herself, a childlike, innocent smile spreading across her lips. Her pure, serene sleeping face radiated a clear, vibrant glow, like the fresh green of leaves, causing Aaron King to pause, his breath catching as he tenderly brushed away the stray strands of hair from her cheek.
This tender moment didn't escape the envious gaze of a pair of dark, smoldering eyes. Bella Rose's cold, proud stare bore into Lydia Moore, her clenched fists betraying the fury simmering within her.
Anyone who had worked with James Taylor knew of his notoriously high standards and unyielding demeanor. Thus, collaborating with him was both a blessing and a curse, a fact that both Aaron King and Bella Rose were beginning to realize. Typically, a magazine photo shoot would take one to two hours at most, but the "Breeze" perfume shoot dragged on for five consecutive days.
This unusual delay left the staff feeling not only perplexed but increasingly impatient. However, knowing this was James Taylor's decision, they dared not voice any objections, silently praying for the shoot's swift conclusion.
Lydia Moore was equally baffled. The shots already looked flawless—so why was James Taylor still dissatisfied? Each time Aaron King lost his patience and confronted him, the response was always the same: "This isn't the feeling that 'Breeze' is meant to convey." Those words sparked endless speculation—what exactly was the feeling that "Breeze" was supposed to express?
On the sixth day of the shoot, at nine in the morning, the crew had become well-practiced in the pre-shoot preparations, though their faces bore clear signs of fatigue. Aaron King, dressed in a white shirt and beige trousers, looked more dashing than ever. He was teasingly tapping Lydia Moore on the head, a playful grin in his eyes, while Lydia blushed furiously, trying to fend him off, her face as red as an apple.
As she dodged, her gaze inadvertently landed on James Taylor at the other end of the studio. She noticed his expression growing darker by the minute. Was it because Bella Rose was late? Lydia glanced at the clock on the wall—it was now ten minutes past nine. Worry crept into her mind on Bella's behalf.
Another ten minutes passed before the female lead of the ad finally arrived, rushing in with hurried steps. Bella Rose ran straight to James Taylor, panting slightly as she explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. Something unexpected came up, so I'm late." Her voluminous curls were slightly disheveled, and the hem of her chiffon dress was stained with a bit of dust—evidence that she had run part of the way.
Seeing her anxious, slightly crumpled face, whatever annoyance the crew had felt immediately dissipated, replaced by a strong urge to comfort her.
But James Taylor was unmoved by her pitiful appearance. His sharp eyes flashed with a mix of anger and dissatisfaction, his voice cold as he said, "You should know that the one thing I can never tolerate is lateness. Please remember the basic requirements of being a model!" His reprimand was merciless, his tone icy to the extreme.
No one had expected such a harsh reaction from him, and for a moment, everyone stood frozen in place. It wasn't until James Taylor's piercing gaze swept over them that they snapped back to attention.
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