Chapter 164 Eric Is Uneasy
“Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not? You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.
Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?”
He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.
Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.
Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.
“Pa*s me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his a*sistant, who was heating water for him.
He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.
One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.
Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.”
Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.”
She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.
Eric seemed different today, but she had no idea why.
Seeing Abigail looking at Eric, Lewis asked her quietly, “Do you know what’s up with that kid?”
“I have no idea. He was fine during the morning run,” Abigail replied.
The two spoke in hushed tones until Eric’s a*sistant walked past them.
Abigail and Lewis quickly fell silent.
After Abigail finished picking the costumes for the actors, she went into the adjacent trailer for
female actors.
When she came out, she saw Sean walking over with an umbrella.
He had a paper bag in his hand, and when he saw Abigail, he quickened his pace.
Abigail, standing under the fine snow, waited for him to approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something to say, do it quickly. I only have ten minutes.”
“These snow boots were specially sent here for you, along with a few bags of heating pads and thick socks. Put them on after you’re done with work, Sean said, handing the bags to Abigail.
Abigail lowered her head to take a look and slowly reached out to accept them. “Thank you.”
“The gloves I ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get cold, recharge them. The generators have enough power,” Sean continued.
“Okay.” Abigail nodded.
As she was about to leave, Sean forcefully handed her the umbrella. “You don’t even know how to use an umbrella.”
“You don’t want it?” Abigail asked.
Sean took two steps back, his tone indifferent. “The car is right over there. It’s just a few steps away.”
Not giving Abigail a chance to speak, he turned and walked away quickly.
Abigail couldn’t help but mutter to herself that her route was even shorter.
The biting, cold wind swept toward her in waves.
Abigail hurriedly ducked into the trailer.
After the hustle and bustle, once the actors had left. Abigail retreated to her designated corner for
some rest.
She opened the paper bag and pulled out the fully lined furry snow boots. As she touched them, she could feel the warmth emanating from within. She swapped out her thick socks, applied a heating pad to her instep, and sl*pped into the new snow boots.
With these on, she wouldn’t have to worry about her shoes getting wet in the snow.
Just as the chilly winds and snowfall set the scene, Abigail ventured out, umbrella in hand. However, something seemed off about the atmosphere on the set.
She quietly folded up the umbrella and sat under the temporary shelter.
“I never expected Eric to have such a temper. He’s been so easygoing all along,” a supporting actor whispered nearby.
Abigail also joined in the gossip. “Why did he lose his temper?”
“It seems his a*sistant replied to a message for him, but this is quite common in big-name actors” studios. Many times, their phones are managed by their a*sistants or managers,” the supporting actor replied.
Abigail acknowledged with an “oh.”
It was probably his a*sistant replying to a message for him that had caused him trouble.
Working until late at night, the actors and crew members were shivering from the cold.
As Abigail prepared to leave with the other people, Eric suddenly called out to her. “Do you still need gloves?”
There weren’t many people around, but Abigail was still a bit surprised that he would ask her such a question in this kind of place.
“Uh, no need. My cousin said they’ll arrive tomorrow,” Abigail politely declined.
Eric nodded. “Alright, start jogging on your own tomorrow. I’m not feeling well these days, so I’ll take a week off.”
“No problem,” Abigail replied.
Watching Abigail turn and leave with a smile, Eric stood in the icy wind, feeling his b*dy slowly grow cold.
In groups of two or three, everyone returned to the hotel. Josie was waiting for Abigail at the door. When she saw Abigail approaching, she immediately took her hand. “I received the heating pads you had your a*sistant send me. Thank you so much.”
“No need to thank me. Are your hands feeling better?” Abigail smiled, walking with her toward the elevator.
The two walked hand in hand closely together, making Eric behind them feel incredibly uncomfortable.
