Bringing the Nation's Husband Home III

I | Coincidence: His Way Of Remaining Anonymous

Ten months later.

"Cut—" With the director's words, Isabelle and Jake, who were originally staring at each other with different emotions, instantly brought themselves back to reality.

"Good work. Today's shoot was great. Everybody can go eat, then go get some rest. Tomorrow afternoon will be the last scene, then that'll be the end of the filming for 'Heavenly Sword'," the director said in the raised microphone raised, smiling wide. "The entire crew has tickets booked to return to the city tomorrow afternoon at five. Thankfully we managed to finish shooting before the lunar new year, so everyone can go home for their family reunion dinner."

"Director! What about the celebration dinner!? Will you treat us?" cried a minor female actress.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, it'll be on me" the director repeated himself a couple times. The hyped up people on the set laughed and cheered. Quite a few of them even cried, "Thank you director!"

As it was a historical movie, Isabelle's make up was a little complicated and the steps to remove it were troublesome. After she finished with taking it all off, there were only a few members of the crew left on set.

When she came out of the make up room, two people were collecting the rubbish from the floor. When they saw her, the two of them kindly greeted her, "Hello Miss Davis!"

Isabelle gave them a gentle smile, and replied with a "Hey", then walked back to where she and Camila were staying. Today, she had filmed for the whole day, which left her completely exhausted.

As soon as she went back to the house, she immediately laid down on the metal frame bed. It was deep in the winter period, and so the weather was incredibly cold. The house didn't have heating, which made it colder even than the outside. Isabelle used two layers of duvet to force herself to warm up, but nothing seemed to be able to warm her feet. In the end, all she could do was withstand the icy cold.

Ten months had passed in the blink of an eye. In these ten months, she spent all her time looking for him, but the world was so big and the seas were so vast, if someone wanted to hide from another, it was easy.

The rims of Isabelle's eyes couldn't help but heat up, and she instinctively hid her head in the covers.

Camila wanted to originally ask what Isabelle wanted her to bring over to eat that evening, but she knew that if she asked, there wouldn't be a reply for ages. She then walked over to the beside, as though she had a feeling about something, and ripped away the covers.

As she expected, she saw Isabelle with slightly red eyes and couldn't help but let out a gentle sigh. She reached her hand out and helped her wipe the tears away. "Thinking about Mr. Smith again?"

Isabelle lowered her eyelids and didn't say a thing, two crystal balls of tears hanging from her long eyelashes.

"Did you call Mr. Smith's assistant today?"

Isabelle shut her eyes and gave a gentle nod. "Yeah."

"Mr. Smith still hasn't contacted him?" As Camila asked this question, she saw the expression on Isabelle's face and knew the answer. After a long sigh, she said, "Say... it's already been ten months now. Where do you think Mr. Smith is?"

Isabelle didn't say a word.

The house was silent. After a while, Camila opened her mouth to ask, "Izzy, if you can't find Mr. Smith in your whole life, what will you do? Don't tell me you'll continue on like this, looking for him?!"

"Uh huh," replied Isabelle in a very soft voice, but with hints of determination and persistence. "I'll continue the search. If it takes one day, then I'll look for a day, and if takes my whole lifetime, then so be it. No matter what, this time, I won't give up."