He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 11

Yves's eyes were full of tenderness and joy. "Is it that upcoming movie?"

"What movie?"

"The last one you filmed three years ago. I saw the news that it's finally premiering."

Ottilie lowered her gaze to the glass of water in front of her, flashes of the film set rushing through her mind.

In a luxurious, entirely soundproofed room, the cameras had been turned off. Nyssa had tricked her into going inside, leaving her with a group of male actors who took things too far.

"Ottilie..."

She snapped back to reality and saw Yves already standing. His face was right next to hers, calling her name with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"Your mouth is bleeding."

Yves grabbed a napkin and pressed it to the corner of her lips.

The delayed sting made Ottilie realize she had bitten her own lip under extreme emotional duress. She took the napkin and held it against the wound herself.

"Sorry, I accidentally bit my lip. I didn't mean to worry you."

Ottilie took out the crystal globe. "A promotion gift for you."

Yves opened the box, carefully lifting the gift out with both hands. "It’s so artistic. I love it."

They left the restaurant at nine o'clock that evening.

At nine-ten, Jevon called Yorath. "Did you watch the video I sent you?"

Yorath moved his mouse and clicked on Jevon's chat window.

In the video, Ottilie and Yves were having dinner. Yves suddenly stood up and leaned in close to her, making it look as though he had kissed her.

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