Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 227

Chapter 227

"Seriously, even I don't act this infatuated," Rex said, breaking character in a second as he shot Thomas a sidelong glance and curled his lip.

Suddenly, his gaze caught a striking figure in the distance.

In the crowd, Ophelia stood out like a radiant beacon, effortlessly commanding attention.

"Ophelia! You finally came to see me!" Rex, like an overexcited giant puppy with admiration in his eyes, bolted toward her, practically wagging his invisible tail.

The injured makeup still on Rex's face created a stark contrast to his exuberant demeanor.

James, who had been preparing to shoot another take, suddenly found his camera devoid of a subject.

"Ophelia, you don't even know how amazing I've been lately," Rex said with the tone of someone begging for praise.

Ophelia, used to his antics, humored him with a few compliments, just enough to keep his confidence intact without inflating his ego.

Meanwhile, Sharon, who had been on camera, immediately stepped off the set as soon as she spotted Ophelia.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as if filled with stardust.

"Hi, Elia..." she said softly.

Thomas took a deep breath, narrowly avoiding being stepped on the foot as Sharon made her way over.

'Is this really my wife? Why doesn't she ever look at me like that?' he thought.

Kevin also noticed Ophelia.

He rose from his seat under the director's canopy and approached her with a beaming smile.

"Elia, what brings you here today?" Kevin's demeanor had improved significantly lately.

He was working on a new script, and his overall health seemed rejuvenated. He looked years younger.

In no time, the key members of the production team had all gathered around Ophelia.

"I just came to see you all and brought some drinks," Ophelia said, handing the items she was carrying to Feona, who was standing behind Sharon. Feona began distributing them among the crew. Sharon clung to Ophelia's arm like a magnet, showing her usual clingy affection.

Thomas, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, watched the scene unfold. 'When will she ever cling to me like that?' Ne wondered.

"What's going on here? Is there a problem with this scene?" Ophelia asked after observing the shoot for a while. They had already done three or four takes.

James, hearing her question, immediately seized the opportunity to vent his frustrations as if he'd finally found someone to complain to.

The entire production team was full of characters. With the support of Ophelia, Kevin, the screenwriter, had more say than James, even though James was the director and also one of the investors. Chapter 227

Rex was equally a force to be reckoned with, so James couldn't afford to upset him either. All he could do was grumble to this couple.

"Elia, you have no idea. We've been shooting this scene since yesterday. These two act like they're using the production team's time to date! They won't follow directions at all. They're supposed to be mortal enemies, but instead..." James complained. +13

"It's my fault. I'm still working on adjusting." Thomas interjected, taking responsibility and lowering his head apologetically.

"Oh, that's understandable," Ophelia said knowingly. She had already guessed the reason. Thomas usually looked at Sharon with so much affection that it must have been impossible to turn it off during the scene.

Hearing her words, James sighed heavily and smacked his forehead.

'She's just here to back them up, isn't she?' he thought.

Before Ophelia's voice had even faded, Feona, standing behind Sharon, let out a long gasp.

"This is for Ms. Campbell! Could you please have Ms. Campbell sign for it?" Feona exclaimed.

A delivery person stepped out of a small truck, revealing a massive bouquet of 999 vibrant red roses. Each flower was lush and flawless, adorned with droplets of water, and wrapped in a sleek black and gray bundle that was both striking and elegant. No woman could resist flowers, especially a bouquet this grand..

The women on the production team quickly took out their phones to snap pictures and record videos.

"For me?" Sharon asked in surprise, walking closer to get a better look.

Her gaze flickered toward Thomas, almost imperceptibly. She had received roses before, but never 999 of them let alone enough to fill the entire bed of a small truck.

"Ms. Campbell, the sender asked me to tell you that you are his one true love. Even if you get married... he... he'll still wait for you," the delivery person said, stumbling slightly over the last part.

As soon as the massive bouquet arrived, every member of the production team turned their attention to Thomas.

This was a blatant challenge.

Thomas' expression grew slightly tense.

Sharon still had a look of delight plastered on her face, but upon hearing the flowers weren't from Thomas, she suddenly seemed unsure whether to accept them or how she should even react. "Ms. Campbell, please sign for them," the delivery person urged.

"Go ahead and take them. It's just a fan's kind gesture," Thomas said with a tight-lipped smile, feigning magnanimity

"I'll sign for you. Get back to work and focus on the scene," Ophelia interjected, taking the receipt and signing Sharon's name.

"Alright, let's get moving. Back to filming, one more take." James announced.

He returned to his position behind the camera.

"Ophelia, prepare to be amazed. This is my moment to show off my acting skills. As long as Thomas doesn't mess up, I guarantee we'll get it in one take," Rex said, raising an eyebrow with exaggerated confidence. Chapter 227

0000

For once, Rex wasn't the one to mess up.

The makeup team quickly touched up the three actors before they took their positions.

The moment James called "Action", their expressions and body language shifted seamlessly into character.

Thomas stood tall, clad in a gray suit paired with a turtleneck sweater. With his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, he exuded an icy authority.

+13

His expression darkened like an approaching storm as he saw Aiden with another woman, his face so brooding it was nearly palpable.

ames, initially skeptical, straightened in his chair when he saw Thomas' performance. He leaned closer to the monitor, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"This is it. He's finally got it, James thought, his earlier frustration evaporating.

Rex, observing the scene, felt vindicated. "That's the Franklin I envisioned, possessive, intense, he thought.

Each actor delivered expressions and emotions perfectly tailored to their characters.

"Cut! That's a wrap for this shot. Fantastic work! Thomas, you've finally nailed it. Keep this energy for the close-ups. James praised as he swiftly prepared to film the next sequence.

Standing off to the side, Ophelia crossed her arms and observed with satisfaction. Her little strategy had worked.

'Men in love are all the same, she mused.

The calmer they act on the outside, the more jealous they are on the inside.

Once she was confident things were running smoothly on set, Ophelia decided not to linger too long.

Before leaving, she called Thomas over. "Were you jealous?"

"Yes? No," Thomas replied hastily, his tone betraying his denial. "I know Sharon has plenty of admirers." Thomas, technically only Sharon's husband in name, had no real claim to jealousy. At least that was what he told himself. But his expression revealed the truth.

Ophelia let out a soft laugh. "That bouquet was from me. I ordered it for Sharon."

Thomas froze for a brief moment before the realization hit him.

'Ms. Spencer planned this? All of it just to get me into character? She's unbelievable,' he wondered.

"Sharon seems to care about you," Ophelia added casually. "After all, the moment she realized the flowers weren't from you, her happiness disappeared."

Sharon, that clueless yet charming beauty, still hadn't realized her feelings for Thomas had shifted.

Thomas, however, caught on immediately thanks to Ophelia's remark.

"Really, Ms. Spencer? Got it. Thank you," he said, his tone sincere.

"You're welcome," Ophelia replied.

She left the production team without further delay.

2:21 Sat, 23 Nov

B

Chapter 227

But even as she walked away, her mind was elsewhere. Kenneth still hadn't returned her call.