The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Daisy Zane coughed for a while, feeling her breathing eased, and immediately smelled the scent of Eaglewood.

She turned her head and glanced to the side, only to see Kevin Clark with a gloomy face, wiping her hair.

“Third Master.”

Kevin Clark looked at her but didn’t say anything.

It was only now that Anisa Cooper looked up at the person beside her. Her eyes widened instantly, and she sighed once again about the man’s good looks following Daisy Zane.

She was close and could see it clearly. The man in front of her had a delicate appearance, as if it was carefully drawn bit by bit.

However…the surrounding intimidating aura was a bit frightening. After Anisa Cooper glanced at it, she dared not look again.

She took the thermos cup, opened it, and handed it to Daisy Zane: “Daisy, have some hot water to warm up.”

Daisy Zane took it and drank two sips. “Feeling better?” Kevin Clark finally spoke.

“Yeah, I’m fine.’

Kevin Clark felt impatient listening to her nonchalant tone: “Change your clothes; we’re going back to the hotel.”

“I still have a few close-ups to shoot.” Daisy Zane replied.

Kevin Clark’s lips tightened as he looked at her. For a moment, he wanted to pick her up and take her away. But thinking that Daisy Zane would get angry, he resisted and didn’t do it.

Daisy Zane looked at his gradually greenish face and blinked: “Third Master?” Kevin Clark glanced at her again, then got up and looked at George Dunn.

Feeling the murderous gaze, George Dunn suddenly swallowed nervously.

Then Kevin Clark walked quickly to the equipment and said to the director, “Hurry up and shoot.”

“Yes, yes.” The director immediately arranged the walkie-talkies.

Afterward, Kevin Clark watched as Daisy Zane was pressed into the water tank twice. This time, her close-up was even clearer in the equipment.

His hands hanging at his side tightened bit by bit, and his face tensed.

Actually, he could feel that Daisy Zane didn’t like acting very much. Even sometimes, he could feel her disgust.

She did have a talent for acting, and she performed well.

But she didn’t like it; she was just very serious and treated this matter earnestly. She immersed herself completely, even though she might have dissected her previously hidden inner self.

It was only to act well and empathize with the characters.

After discovering this, Kevin Clark didn’t understand why she chose this path and why she had to suffer.

After the shoot was over, Anisa Cooper accompanied Daisy Zane to the changing room to change her clothes. As soon as they came out, Kevin Clark put his suit jacket on her and led her away by her wrist.

“Hey? Third Master.”

Feeling her icy wrist, Kevin Clark ignored her and took her directly to his car.

Michael Jackson was sitting in the driver’s seat, watching Kevin Clark put Daisy Zane in the car and then moving to the other side to get in the car as well.

“Lady Zane.” Michael Jackson called her, then handed her a cup of ginger tea, “Third Master asked me to buy it.”

Daisy Zane took it and held it in her hand.

“Back to the hotel, hurry up.” Kevin Clark said.

“Yes, Third Master.” Michael Jackson started the car.

Daisy Zane wrapped her clothes around her body and took a sip of ginger tea. Then she almost spat it out.

This wasn’t ginger tea; this was eating ginger.

“Drink it all.”

Daisy Zane pretended not to hear, holding the cup and looking out of the window.

“Lucia. ”

Daisv Zane ignored him.

Kevin Clark:

“Lucia, please, drink it.” Kevin Clark’s tone softened, “It’ll warm you up.” Michael Jackson: “……” Could you be a little more assertive for a while.

“I’m not cold.” Daisy Zane frowned slightly.

Listening to these three words, Kevin Clark’s lips seemed to tremble slightly:

“Your hands are cold.”

“Not cold.”

Kevin Clark directly held her hand: “This is not cold? December ice is not as cold as this.”

Daisy Zane, who never lost in a war of words, subconsciously wanted to retort, but Kevin Clark’s hand was too warm. The temperature spread from her hand, and she didn’t know where it reached, but the words at her lips suddenly got stuck.

Her gaze fell on their clasped hands.

Kevin Clark pretended not to see her gaze and held tighter to keep her warm. His voice softened again: “Listen, drink this.”

Daisy’s eyelashes trembled, and she thought: Alright, you’re good-looking, I’ll listen to you.

She tilted her head back and drank it all at once.

Michael Jackson: Why did the explosive tension just now suddenly subside?

The ginger taste was really strong and a bit sharp. But she took it calmly and only frowned slightly.

Kevin Clark took the paper cup and gave her a piece of sugar, his tone returning to its previous gentleness: “To remove the taste.”

Daisy peeled the sugar with one hand, put it in her mouth, and occasionally ground it lightly with her teeth.

And the two of them held hands, neither of them moving.

Michael Jackson looked at them through the rearview mirror, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily lifted.

When they arrived at the hotel, Kevin Clark took Daisy to his room.

All of Daisy’s things were with Anisa Cooper, she didn’t even grab her cell phone, let alone her room key.

Once in the room, Kevin Clark found a new set of clothes for her and told her to take a hot shower.

Daisy resisted inwardly but still took the clothes and went into the restroom.

After a long shower, Kevin Clark told her to dry her hair.

Daisy’s patience was exhausted, and she sat on the sofa, muttering, “Troublesome.”

Kevin Clark looked at her.

Daisy said bluntly, “Third Master, you’ll tire yourself out like this. Hair will dry even without blowing.”

Kevin Clark laughed and said, “How about I blow it for you?”

Daisy’s hand drying her hair paused, and she said after a moment, “As you please.”

The smile on Kevin Clark’s face deepened, and he picked up the hairdryer and stood behind the sofa.

He tested the temperature of the hot air and gently blew her hair.

Kevin Clark’s movements were gentle and restrained. By the time he finished drying her hair, twenty minutes had passed.

In a little while longer, Daisy would have fallen asleep.

“I said it was troublesome.”

“No trouble.” Kevin Clark rubbed the top of her head, the corner of his mouth raised as he appeared to be in a great mood.

Daisy looked up at him and then asked, “Can I use your phone?”

Kevin Clark handed his phone to her directly: “The password is 128000.”

After saying that, he put away the hairdryer and returned to the restroom.

Daisy unlocked the phone with the password, revealing Kevin Clarks WhatsApp interface.

And almost the entire page was unread messages.

Daisy wasn’t interested in other people’s privacy and immediately pressed the back button, but accidentally pressed a message at the bottom of the screen.

The phone screen changed to a chat page.

She tried to press the exit button, but after seeing the chat history at the top, she didn’t move.

The latest message was sent by Allonzo Hobson: [I’m at the hotel, accompanying my mom. Call me before the evening action.]

At the top of this chat page was a detailed address for Red Cliff Village, specific to which row and number.

Further down was a message from Allonzo Hobson: [Related to 319?]

Kevin Clark: [Yes, someone went there at night.]

Soon, Kevin Clark came out of the restroom. Hearing his footsteps, Daisy casually exited the page, opened the dialing page, and dialed a number from memory.

The call was quickly answered: “Hello.”

“Naomi, it’s me,” Daisy said, “You can take the nanny car back to the hotel, and you don’t have to worry about dinner for me.”

“Okay, Daisy.”

Kevin Clark sat on a single sofa next to her, and after she hung up, he asked, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

“Porridge,” Daisy gave the phone back to him.

“Okay..”