The next day, Suzanne Trent got up early.
Last night, before going to sleep, she actually felt a bit guilty. The man hadn't died from falling off the cliff, but what if she had hurt him even more by hitting him?
She quietly pushed open the door of the master bedroom. The room was extremely quiet, and the man, probably named Daniel Turner, was either still asleep or unconscious. She tiptoed over to him and touched his forehead; it was still a bit hot, probably due to his wounds being irritated by his movements over the past two days. But his breathing was even and steady, without any more blood seeping from his bandages.
It shouldn't be too serious.
Suzanne went downstairs to a 24-hour pharmacy and bought some wound medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs. She gently lifted the bandages on his body, carefully cleaned the wounds, and applied the medicine.
After all this, the alarm clock in Lily's room went off, and she quickly slipped out of the master bedroom as if nothing had happened.
The man on the bed behind her slowly opened his eyes as the bedroom door opened and closed.
Outside the bedroom, Suzanne could be heard urging Lily to get up and brush her teeth. Lily grumbled while brushing her teeth, "Mommy, my kindergarten teacher said we should have love in our hearts, so you absolutely can't secretly throw Uncle out while I'm at kindergarten!"
Suzanne's displeased voice came through, "Hurry up and brush your teeth, come eat breakfast, or I'll throw you out first if you keep talking!"
It was a simple morning, both lovely and lively.
Mason King, who had grown accustomed to cold mornings abroad over the years, suddenly felt as if he had entered a corner of the mortal world, infused with an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
After Lily left for kindergarten on the school bus, Suzanne hurried to sort out her things.
There were too many things to move from the master bedroom to the children's room, and she hadn't been able to finish last night.
She needed a few of her frequently worn clothes, which were still in the master bedroom wardrobe. Glancing at the time, it was already 8:30. She reheated the porridge she had bought that morning and went to the master bedroom.
She thought he was still asleep, but didn't expect him to be already sitting up.
"Ahem," Suzanne cleared her throat, "I'm coming in to get a few clothes I often wear. I didn't have time to make breakfast this morning, so I bought some porridge downstairs. I just reheated it, do you want to eat?"
Mason looked at the woman who had stuck her head in the bedroom door and said, "Thank you."
Suzanne quickly brought the porridge over and placed it beside the bed, "Well, you eat by yourself. For now, I really don't dare to let you eat other things with oil and salt, after all, your wound is quite severe. I can only let you eat this for the next few days."
"It's already much better," Mason looked at her again, "You saved my life, took care of me these days, and even got up early to help me change the medicine. I'm very grateful."
The man's eyes were deep and captivating.
Suzanne paused, her gaze quickly moving away from him and towards the wardrobe, blinking twice, "It's enough that you remember the hundred-fold compensation you promised. No need to thank me."
She quickly grabbed her clothes and left.
"Oh, I almost forgot." The door suddenly opened again, and Suzanne stuck her head back in, "There's an old phone in the white drawer next to the bed. I threw it in there when I got a new one last year. The charger is also inside. I'm not sure if the phone still works, but you can try. If it works, I'll give you a spare SIM card so you can call me if you need anything while I'm not home. If I'm especially busy, I can ask the clinic's grandpa to come and take care of you."
Mason stood up slowly, despite every movement causing him severe pain. He walked over to the drawer, took out the phone.
Suzanne watched his back and murmured to herself, "If he had asked for her help to get the phone, she wouldn't have minded helping, but did he not feel the pain of his wounds?"
It seemed that he did not like to ask for help from others. Even when he said he wanted to stay here, he mentioned the method of compensation, including eating as well. He was just a tenant or a transaction partner while recovering, without any hint of pleading.
Although he looked like a very handsome, gentlemanly, and polite man, his pride was evident in every little detail, just like Lily's stubbornness.
"The Trace of Heavenly Terrace will officially start filming in a week. Fortunately, all the shooting locations are in our Philadelphia, so you can still accompany Lily in the evenings."
Olivia parked her white Range Rover under Suzanne Trent's apartment building and turned her head to look at Suzanne Trent who had been reading the script throughout the journey. "The role of the second female lead is very important in this drama. The filming will be very hard in the next few months. In the early stage, you will play an innocent and pure character, but later on, you will turn into a demon due to the injustice of fate. Although it's the second female lead, her main and secondary storylines run throughout the whole drama. I have high hopes for this drama."
Suzanne Trent, absorbed in the plot of the script, lowered her head and whispered, "The emotional changes of this character are very delicate, so I have to study the script more carefully."
Although Suzanne Trent had only been in the entertainment industry for two or three years, she had been dedicated to even the most minor roles she had played. Olivia had faith in her professional attitude and was not worried. "Before the shooting starts, the production team will call you to read the script together. So, there's no need to be anxious. But what's going on with you lately? When you have no acting jobs or appearances, you usually come to the company more often. But lately, you've been locking yourself in the house all day."
Still looking at the script and not even lifting her eyelids, Suzanne Trent replied nonchalantly, "The weather has been too hot recently. I'm afraid of getting tanned and being disliked when I join the crew."
Olivia chuckled, "Get out of the car. Is Lily not at home?"
"No, she's at kindergarten. I'm going to pick her up at 4:30." Suzanne Trent unbuckled her seat belt.
"I was thinking of going upstairs for a while, but never mind since Lily isn't home." Olivia glanced at the messages on her phone and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god! Can you guess who the guest female star who just confirmed to make a cameo in this drama is?"
Suzanne hadn't even opened the car door yet when she heard Olivia's surprised remark.
Seeing the gleaming excitement in Olivia's eyes, Suzanne asked, "Seems like she's quite famous?"
"Definitely no small name! It's Emily Trent! You probably didn't know, since you were abroad, but Emily Trent, at the age of 19, became famous overnight five years ago for the dance she performed behind a veil in Director Smith's movie "Red Roar." That movie gained a lot of prestige because of her dance and directly received nominations for heavyweight awards, eventually really winning the crown! She is the first young actress to win such an award in our country. Isn't she a huge name?"
Suzanne's fingers, which were on the inner lock of the car door, stalled momentarily.
"However, although her dance in the movie back then was stunning, during the past five years, she has participated in many variety shows, and we have never seen her dance again. She injured her leg while filming two years ago and said she would never be able to dance again." Olivia sighed, "Back then, her face was obscured by a veil in the movie. Movie fans never got a clear view of her face, and that was quite a pity. A classic performance that can never be replicated is truly a shame..."
With no ripples in her eyes, Suzanne said indifferently, "Is that so?"
"I heard that Emily Trent had an older sister when she first entered the entertainment industry. They were always together, but we've never seen that sister of hers. There seems to have been some issue in the Trent family five years ago. Hey, Suzanne, are you listening? Why are you in such a hurry to get out of the car?"
"Olivia, I have to go upstairs. The injured rabbit that just came to the house is about to starve to death. I have to go back quickly to feed it." Suzanne got out of the car and hastily said, "Bye bye." After decisively closing the car door with a bang, she left.
"Hey, don't eat spicy food lately. If you break out, applying makeup will be a hassle!"
Without turning around, Suzanne gestured an OK sign with her back facing the car's direction and quickly entered the building.
"No one is at home. Why is she in such a hurry to go back?" Olivia's gossip-loving soul was still burning. Just as she was about to drive away, she glanced down and saw a slightly crumpled piece of paper on the passenger seat. Puzzled, she carefully picked it up with her fingertips to take a look.
"1. Men's shower gel, 2. Shaving razor, 3. Height about 188, standard weight, ask the store clerk for clothing size, 4. Men's indoor slippers..."
The handwriting belongs to Suzanne.
It must be some notes she wrote to remind herself not to forget to buy certain items.
Olivia stared at the building not far away for a long time, her eyes gradually becoming serious, then full of horror.
Is Suzanne secretly keeping a gigolo in her house behind her back...?
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