Chapter 199

She couldn't wait to throw herself into Alexander Grant's arms?!

He thought four years would make her more restrained, but she remained just as shameless!

Throwing herself at any man she saw, forgetting all decency!

Playing the chaste innocent in front of him, then leaping into another man's embrace!

The filming resumed.

Susan Thompson swayed gently on the swing when she spotted a uniformed man galloping toward her. Her dull eyes instantly brightened, lips curving in awe.

She leaped from the swing, landing perfectly in Alexander's arms.

His gaze burned into her, dark as the ocean, surging with long-suppressed yearning. He spun her around—this normally composed man now looked like a lovestruck boy.

He captured her lips in a kiss.

Susan's cheeks burned. Though instinct urged her to push away, she obediently closed her eyes.

"Susan!"

Andrew Lucas's roar was drowned by the set's noise. His knuckles whitened as he glared at the entangled pair.

Nicole Capra tugged his sleeve. "Andrew, my scene is starting..."

He ignored her. Only when the kiss ended did he suppress the urge to charge forward.

Flushed, Susan stepped back, silk sleeves fluttering. "General, let this humble maiden dance for you..."

Her movements enchanted even Director Cyrus, who'd seen countless performers.

More shocking was Alexander's reaction—the man rumored to disdain women had clearly lost control.

Patrick Pope covered his face. His boss turned into a starved wolf around Miss Thompson.

"Mr. Grant, thank you for your hard work," Susan said politely after filming.

Alexander's gaze scorched her. "You owe me a meal."

She froze.

Patrick wished the ground would swallow him. The mighty tycoon, begging a girl for dinner?

Nicole whispered poison in Andrew's ear: "The Grant heir has never shown such interest. Your sister seemed quite taken too, blushing like that..."

Blushing?!

Andrew's mind flashed to her crimson cheeks and that demure "humble maiden." His restraint snapped.

Shoving Nicole aside, he seized Susan's wrist. "You enjoy calling yourself a humble maiden for men?!"

Susan winced. "It's scripted dialogue!"

"Did you enjoy his kiss?" Andrew's voice dripped ice.

She smirked. "Want to try, Mr. Lucas? Pity Mr. Grant wouldn't stoop to your level."

"Susan!" His grip tightened, eyes bloodshot.

Alexander's warning rumbled. "Release her."

Andrew sneered. "Alexander, do you really enjoy taking my leftovers?"