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Bab 34: Chapter 34: I Want to See Your Skin (Please Collect and Vote)

### Chapter 34: I Want to See Your Skin (Please Collect and Vote)

In the bathroom, Richard washed his face, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself. He was wearing a light blue shirt stained with red and yellow paint and wrinkled jeans. 

This was the costume for his role in the play. Wearing it made it easier to immerse himself in the character. 

Because the character was an artist, his hairstyle had also changed. Previously, he had medium-length hair, but after a month of growing it out, it had turned into long hair hanging down to his ears. 

He scratched his head, making his long hair messy, hanging diagonally over his forehead, complementing his finely chiseled features, making him look like a free-spirited artist.

"Will this be satisfactory?" 

Coming out of the bathroom, he walked straight to Gwyneth's temporary resting room.

Kopeson, the producer, said Gwyneth was resting here and wanted him to come alone. 

Having heard many rumors, Richard felt a bit apprehensive. Would he be taken advantage of? Should he resist if it happens?

Knock, knock, knock~

At the office door, he knocked. 

With a click, the door opened from the inside, and a short, chubby middle-aged man came out, looking him up and down warily. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Hello, sir. I'm an actor in the play, Richard Blade, playing David Shaw. I want to discuss the script with Miss Paltrow."

This should be one of Gwyneth's agents. He really didn't understand why a big star would choose a short, chubby, greasy-faced agent. Well, future Anthony might end up like this too.

"Gwyneth just got off the plane and needs to rest. Make an appointment for another day. And next time, wear clean clothes. You look very disrespectful."

Saying that, he was about to close the door. 

"Kaplan, let him in!"

Someone shouted from inside.

"Gwyneth, you need to rest!"

"It's okay, let Mr. Blade in. I also want to talk to him about the script."

"Alright!"

The chubby man gave him a look and whispered, "When you see Gwyneth, be polite. Don't get too close to her. She has a cleanliness obsession."

Cleanliness obsession?

Richard raised an eyebrow. So do I.

Entering the room, Gwyneth was reclining on the sofa, holding a phone. There was a cup of coffee on the table and a female assistant organizing clothes behind another table.

"Hello, Miss Paltrow. Nice to meet you."

"Hello!"

Gwyneth shook his hand briefly, then said to the other two in the room, "I want to talk about the script with Mr. Blade. You two can go and get busy."

"Alright!"

The chubby man and the female assistant left the office.

"Richard, please sit down. You can call me Gwyneth."

"Alright, Gwyneth."

Richard sat on the opposite sofa.

"I heard you're a boxer?"

Gwyneth crossed her arms, her eyes constantly scrutinizing him.

"Yes, a professional boxer."

"Then why are you acting?"

"Um, because of a dream!"

"Pfft~"

Gwyneth smirked. "Richard, you look pretty good. I guess that's why they chose you to play David Shaw. But since we have intimate scenes, I need to know more about you before shooting. This will make our cooperation more pleasant. Do you understand?"

"Yes, what would you like to know?"

Richard asked.

"You heard from Kaplan, my executive agent, that I have a cleanliness obsession. I need to see your body, mainly your skin, to make sure you don't have any skin diseases, rashes, or needle marks. Seeing those would make me uncomfortable and unable to shoot normally. Do you understand?"

Gwyneth stared at him.

"My skin is very healthy, and I have no history of drug use."

Richard said.

"Is that so?"

Gwyneth crossed her legs and stared at him. "I want to see for myself. Do you mind?"

"Here?"

"Yes."

Richard frowned. Although he often fought shirtless, being asked to undress by a woman here made him feel a bit awkward.

Should he agree or not?

"Mr. Blade, this is just my personal request. If you're unwilling, you can leave."

Gwyneth picked up her phone, speaking lightly.

"I don't mind. If it helps our cooperation, I don't mind."

Richard shrugged, taking off his shirt and T-shirt, revealing his strong, muscular body.

"Wow, Richard, your body is amazing!"

Gwyneth propped her chin with her fingers, looking him up and down. His prominent shoulder muscles, strong arms, and firm chest muscles were impressive. He was indeed a professional boxer. This physique was very impactful. But what did it matter? In the crew, he was just a small actor at her mercy.

Gwyneth's eyes held a hint of playfulness.

"Richard, as a boxer, why is your skin so fair?"

Gwyneth touched his shoulder with her finger. "And so smooth!"

"Inborn!"

Richard moved his shoulder away.

"Is that so?"

Gwyneth smirked, pointing to his jeans. "Can you take those off too?"

"Is it necessary? Director Davis said there wouldn't be any full-body shots."

Richard frowned.

"I know. But without seeing everything, I can't fully accept you, and it would affect my mood for filming. Of course, this is just my personal request. It's okay if you don't want to."

"."

Richard said nothing, took off his jeans, shrugged, and pointed to his underwear. "Miss Paltrow, do I need to take this off too?"

Gwyneth hesitated for a moment, then smirked. "If you're willing, I don't mind."

"I don't mind!"

He reached for his waistband.

"Wait!"

Gwyneth looked, blushing, and turned away. "That's not necessary."

"Is that so?"

Richard tugged at his lips.

"Hmph!"

Hearing his sneer, Gwyneth turned back.

She raised her chin, scrutinizing him from head to toe, then walked around him, inspecting from chest to buttocks. Her gaze was filthy, making Richard feel violated.

"Miss Paltrow, are you satisfied with my skin?"

Richard asked.

"I'm checking. Wait, what's this?"

Gwyneth pointed to his shoulder.

"Gunshot wound!"

Two months had passed, and the wound had healed, leaving a pink scar.

"You've been shot?"

Gwyneth exclaimed.

"Yes, I live near the chaotic Bronx. One night there was a street shootout. I happened to pass by and got hit by a stray bullet here."

Richard said casually.

"And this one, also a gunshot wound, right?"

Gwyneth pointed to his abdomen, near the second row of abs, where there was a slight indentation.

"Yes, when I was fifteen, I was working part-time in a supermarket. There was a robbery, and a shootout broke out. I couldn't dodge in time and got shot."

"Again by accident?"

Gwyneth chuckled, pointing to his back. "And this? A two-inch knife scar, also an accident?"

"Yes, the street is chaotic, and there were often home invasions. I'm timid, so I slept with a kitchen knife at night. One time, I turned over in my sleep and accidentally cut myself. Riiip~"

Richard smirked, gesturing with his hand.

Gwyneth's shoulder twitched. It must have hurt a lot, but seeing the smile in his eyes, she snorted. "All accidental injuries. Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"Miss Paltrow, do my scars have anything to do with filming? During the audition, the casting team discussed this. The character I play, David Shaw, grew up at the bottom of society, became a con artist, a wanted criminal, and went to prison twice. Having a few scars is not a problem."

"But I won't work with a criminal."

Gwyneth said coldly.

"You say I'm a criminal?"

Richard frowned, his voice cold.

"You—"

Gwyneth took a step back, forcing herself to speak. "You have gunshot wounds and knife scars. Would an ordinary person have so many injuries?"

Richard smirked, stepping forward. "Gwyneth, do you want to know how I got these scars?"

"No!"

"I can tell you. Here—"

Richard pointed to the scar on his abdomen. "In the 70s and 80s, the Bronx was chaotic, with gangsters rampant, killing and robbing everywhere. When I was seven, in 1984, one night, just after my birthday party, a few men with weapons broke into my house, smashing, robbing, and burning. My father resisted and was shot dead. I was also shot here. Are you satisfied?"

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Gwyneth covered her mouth.

"Here!"

Richard pointed to his back, his eyes red. "After my father died, there was no protection at home. Once, two thugs tried to assault my mother. I fought them with a kitchen knife, injuring them and getting cut in the process. Shortly after, my mother died of illness, and I went to an orphanage."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I shouldn't have asked."

Gwyneth covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

"And this one. Do you know how I got it?"

Richard pointed to his shoulder, a cruel smile on his lips.

"When I was twelve, I left the orphanage. At fifteen, a rumor spread in the Bronx that my father left me a large sum of money, tens

 of thousands of dollars, and that I planned to use it for revenge. One night, seven men came to my house, including three who killed my father and two who bullied my mother and me. Hey, do you know what happened to those scumbags?"

Richard's eyes narrowed, a manic smile on his face.

"I-I don't know. I don't want to hear it."

Gwyneth shook her head, trying to leave.

"Don't rush. The next part is even more exciting."

Richard grabbed her arm, pinning her against the wall.

Thud~

Thank you for your votes and recommendations. (End of Chapter)


Bab 35: Chapter 35: That Guy is a Devil

### Chapter 35: That Guy is a Devil

"Ah~ what are you doing?" 

Gwyneth nervously widened her eyes.

"Gwyneth, what's wrong?" 

Someone asked from outside.

"Shh~, say we're rehearsing!" 

Richard placed his thumb on her swan-like neck, his blue-black eyes glinting with a cold light.

Gwyneth shivered, "N-nothing, we're rehearsing."

"Alright, call me if you need anything!"

The person outside walked away.

"Darling, don't be afraid. I just want to finish this story. Can you be quiet?" 

Richard stared into her eyes, speaking gently.

Gwyneth nodded.

"Good girl!"

Richard touched her hair, his fingers trailing down to her cheek, lightly brushing it. "Such a beautiful face. Hehe, where were we in our story?"

"Huh?"

Gwyneth blinked, panting, "What about those bastards?"

"Oh, right. Do you know what happened to those bastards? Hehehe~ they're all dead. They died horribly. Oh, darling, don't look at me like that. I never kill anyone.

Really!

I wasn't home that day. I forgot to turn off the gas when I left. When they came to my house, someone accidentally fired a gun. Boom~ boom~ boom~"

Richard's eyes widened with excitement, gesturing wildly three times.

"Six gas cylinders exploded, my house instantly caught fire. Those guys were screaming loudly inside, 'Ah~ help! Help!' But unfortunately, hehe, no one came to save them.

They tried to jump out the window, but the wind shut it. They tried to break down the door, but the wind shut that too. They could only scream in the fire, 'Ah~ I'm burning!' That scene, hehe~ that scene was so spectacular. Hahaha~"

Richard laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face.

"."

Gwyneth was dumbfounded, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Oh, darling, what's wrong?"

Richard gently asked, holding her shoulders.

"D-did you kill them?"

"Of course not, I told you, I never kill anyone. Are you curious why I had so many gas cylinders at home?

It was a coincidence. I was very short on money at the time, working several part-time jobs. I waited tables at McDonald's, was a sparring partner at a gym, and delivered gas cylinders.

All those cylinders were full of gas. I was going to return them the next day. Those damn bastards, they died and cost me several gas cylinders. Damn it, those bastards!"

Richard gritted his teeth, cursing in a low voice.

"."

Gwyneth hugged her chest, trembling even more.

"Oh, darling, don't be afraid. It was just a coincidence. The police investigated for a few days and said it was a coincidence too. Yes, I was only fifteen that year, a bright and cheerful boy, hehe~

And those guys were all bastards. They murdered, robbed, raped, and extorted. They were evil to the core. Such people deserved to die, darling, don't you think?"

Richard asked gently.

"Yes, yes!"

Gwyneth nodded.

"Good girl!"

Richard stroked her hair, a gentle smile on his face.

Gwyneth lowered her head, biting her lip. She felt nervous, shy, and a bit happy? Oh, damn it!

"Darling Gwyneth, can I ask you a question?"

Richard asked softly.

"Huh, what?"

"Do you really have OCD?"

".Yes, I have OCD. I have severe OCD. Seeing dirty things makes me uncomfortable. I asked you to undress for the sake of work, to better cooperate with you. I didn't mean to disrespect you. Can you forgive me?"

Gwyneth said nervously.

"It's okay, really, it's okay. I also have OCD. I completely understand how you feel."

Richard smiled slightly.

"Oh, thank you!"

Gwyneth breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his strong body, filled with masculine charm, her face slowly turning red.

"Richard, you can get dressed now. Your skin is very healthy. I'll tell Director Davis that I'm very satisfied with you."

"Thank you, Gwyneth. You're such a kind girl. So, I have a small request. Can I say it?"

"What?"

"You know, Gwyneth, I also have OCD. Can I see your body?"

"What?! You want me to..."

Gwyneth widened her beautiful eyes.

"Can I?"

Richard looked at her quietly, his eyes very pure, even a bit shy.

Gwyneth was confused. What kind of person is this guy?

"Is it not okay?"

Richard frowned, a bit disappointed.

"Yes, it's okay!"

Gwyneth looked at this complex man in front of her. He was as handsome as a prince, as strong as a superhero, as perverted as a lunatic, and as cruel as a devil, yet sometimes as pure as a first love.

To undress in front of such a person, her feelings were complex. There was nervousness, fear, shyness, and a strange excitement.

She bit her lip, her cheeks red, fingers pinching the strap on her shoulder, gently pulling it down, revealing smooth, white shoulders.

She shyly glanced at him and then moved her hand to the other side.

"That's enough!"

Richard pressed her fingers, "Beautiful Gwyneth, your skin is very healthy and clean. I'm glad to work with you. Shall we shake hands?"

Richard extended his large palm, his smile bright and handsome.

"Okay!"

Gwyneth extended her hand and gently shook his.

When he let go, she looked at her palm, still feeling the warmth of his hand.

His hand was large, his fingers hard and strong, yet his palm was warm and soft. His hand was like him, complex, strong, and mysterious.

"Richard, you..."

She looked up and found that Richard had already left.

The room was empty, leaving only her.

Gwyneth suddenly felt a bit angry, put on her clothes, and ran out. Does he think of me as some kind of person?

Ring~ ring~

The phone on the sofa rang.

"Hey~ Gwyneth, you said you wanted to tease that handsome guy from the crew. Did you succeed?"

Her friend teased on the phone.

"No!"

Gwyneth replied sullenly.

"No? You're a big star, isn't it easy to tease a small actor?"

"What small actor? That guy is a devil. If you don't believe me, you can try!"

"Devil? What happened? Tell me, I'm so curious."

Her friend urged.

"Nothing, I have something to do here, gotta go."

Gwyneth hung up the phone, propped her cheeks with her hands, and recalled what had just happened.

At first, she just wanted to tease Richard. In the photos, Richard was very handsome and strong. Teasing such a guy should be fun.

But when that guy took off his shirt, revealing a strong body, the scene was very visually impactful. Plus, the gun and knife wounds on his body added a bit of ferocity, wildness, and mystery, making him even more attractive.

Out of curiosity, she asked a few more questions and then heard a thrilling story.

Hearing about his father being killed on his seventh birthday, she felt very sad.

Hearing about him fighting with a knife to protect his mother, she felt touched and sorrowful.

Hearing about those thugs being burned alive, she felt nervous, scared, excited, and a bit delighted. They deserved it!

'But is all this true?'

Gwyneth blinked. His abdominal scar was very shallow, almost invisible, indicating it was a long time ago. The knife wound on his back too. Could it be true? Did he really kill seven people?

Gwyneth shivered. She hugged her shoulders, touching her smooth skin, and pulled up the strap.

'No, that guy said he wasn't home that night. How could he have seen those people screaming in the fire? If there was no gunfight that night, why did he get shot in the shoulder?'

"This is the flaw!"

Gwyneth clenched her fist, "Hmph, you must be making up stories to scare me, right? What a bastard!"

Thinking about him touching her head and almost making her undress, Gwyneth felt angry, anxious, shy, and furious. Bastard, I won't let you off.

Ring~ ring~

The phone rang again.

She frowned and glanced at it, seeing it was from Copeland Productions. She sighed and answered the call.

"Gwyneth, have you talked to Richard? Do you think he's suitable for playing David?"

Copeland Productions asked.

"That guy..."

Gwyneth wanted to say he was not suitable and change him quickly. But if he was replaced, how would she get her revenge?

"Hehe, Bill, where did you find this actor? He's perfect for playing the conman fugitive. Absolutely perfect."

Not just suitable, but extremely suitable. That bastard is sinister, despicable, ruthless, and violent. Compared to him, the conman David Shaw in the script is a saint.

"Haha, Gwyneth, you also think he's very suitable? That's great. We're starting shooting in a few days. Please interact more with Richard, and I hope you have a pleasant collaboration."

"Okay, I will."

Gwyneth nodded, "Wait," she remembered something, "Bill, do you know Richard well? Do you know his family situation?"

"His family? What do you want to ask?"

Copeland Productions asked in confusion.

"His parents..."

"Oh,

 I don't know much about others, but I do know this. That day, while watching his match, I heard someone mention it. Richard is an orphan. His family is from the Bronx. It was chaotic there in the seventies and eighties. His father died in a riot..."

Hiss~

A chill ran through her heart. Gwyneth felt a shiver. Could it all be true?

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  (End of Chapter)


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