Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

Luna glanced at her, scoffed, and shrugged off her hand, striding into the room.

"Do you think Young Master Firth is spending every day on set with Nancy to flaunt their love, or does he truly care for her?

The question hit Vivian like a bolt of lightning. She stood there, stunned, and then managed to stammer, "But... isn't Charlie... gay?"

"What 'gay'?"

Luna tossed her bag onto the nearby couch, and then gracefully sat down, crossing her hands over her lap. She regarded Vivian with a cold, half-smile.

"Vivi, do you really believe a man as proud as Charlie would play lovey-dovey with Nancy on set just for show?"

Vivian bit her lip hard. She knew better than anyone Charlie's aloof nature. If he weren't genuinely fond of someone, he would never stoop so low as to accompany a woman at her mundane work. "But..."

She shuffled over to Luna, sat next to her, and stared intently at Luna.

"Luna, that doesn't count. At the opening ceremony, the way he treated me... it seemed alright, I guess, but I could feel his indifference."

As she spoke, she clutched Luna's hand as though it were a lifeline. "His affection for Nancy must be an act, right? Just for show?"

Luna shot her a glance, shook her head in resignation, and sighed. "Vivi, I can't answer that. I can only say that Charlie treats Nancy very well. If he is pretending, and then he's doing an excellent job." "He's definitely pretending!"

Vivian spat out her words through gritted teeth. "There's no way he could fall for that wench Nancy. She has nothing to offer him. Why would he like her?" Luna observed Vivian in her current state, unable to muster any sympathy.

The one who was originally arranged to marry Charlie was Vivian, but she refused and had Nancy take her

place. Now that Charlie had developed feelings for Nancy, Vivian had effectively squandered a winning hand.

And what did Nancy have to offer? She played the piano a hundred times better than Vivian, she was a race car driver, and she knew how to play billiards. Only Vivian could see Nancy as worthless.

"Vivi..."

She gently patted Vivian's hand and sighed. "Don't overthink. You should get some sleep."

With that, she stood up, guided Vivian to the door, and pushed her out.

Vivian wanted to say something else, but Luna didn't give her a chance. She shut the door behind Vivian, leaving her alone in the hallway.

Vivian scanned the hallway like a thief checking for witnesses. Seeing no one, she scurried back into her room.

Lying in bed, Vivian became more and more frustrated. She needed to see for herself whether Charlie genuinely liked Nancy!

The next morning, Vivian woke up early. This time, she didn't go to Luna's room. Instead, she covered her neck with a scarf, donned a mask and a baseball cap, and slipped out the door. On set.

As soon as Director Grant saw Nancy, he called her over. "Vivian, your scenes will mainly take place in the billiard room today. We finally get to witness your incredible performance." Nancy gave an embarrassed smile. "Director Grant, I'm so flattered..."

Director Grant let out a hearty laugh.

"Alright, Vivian, no need to be

modest. The script calls for it, so give us a good show, alright? Try to us make your moves look as smooth as possible, got it?" NovelDrama.OrgNôvelDrama.Org (C) content.