"..." Laila wanted to ask him if they could still get along well. Otherwise, why would he sell her out so smoothly?
Janet glared at her with an "I knew it" look: "If it were just about the company, you wouldn't have exhausted yourself like this! A script? Why is there another script? Did someone come to you again?"
"It was Roy who passed it to me, I thought it was pretty good, so I decided to take a look," Laila said, throwing a provocative and somewhat proud glance at Roy.
What goes around comes around. He had just sold her out, and now she unceremoniously dragged him into it.
Seeing her proud little look, Roy couldn't help but laugh. If it weren't for Janet and the others being there, he would have ruffled her hair. How could a woman be so adorable? Even her mischievous look was irresistibly cute.
But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore, because the look in Janet's eyes when she looked at him was almost like fire.
"So, after all, it was you!" she said, hands on her hips. "Alright, no need to say anything more. Starting tomorrow, you'll come to the company to help Laila, whether it's making tea or managing documents, in short, you'll be in charge of monitoring Laila's work! If she doesn't rest properly on time, you must report to me immediately, got it?"
"Mom!" Laila was startled by her words.
She believed he would keep a close eye on her, using her mother's words to restrain herself. But she hadn't finished studying the script yet, and she couldn't sleep if she kept thinking about it, okay?
"Okay, I promise to complete this task!" Roy was just short of thumping his chest to accept the task. The reason he called Janet was because he knew Laila's biggest fear was her tear attack. Now that he had her support, he could push everything onto her.
Want to read the script during sleep time? No way! Want to work overtime during lunch break? No way! Want to review documents while eating? Dream on!
Roy calculated the time; there were still several months before he joined the film crew, enough time for him to correct her bad habits.
Actually, he had lost interest in the "Pirates of the Caribbean" series. Always living as the same character in a series of movies had long lost the excitement of shooting the first film for him. If it weren't for the series being created by Laila, he might have already asked his agent to reject the script.
But it's undeniable that this movie, or rather this series of movies, pushed him to the world stage, making him loved by movie fans from various countries. And the captain is a very charming character. The third part is being released this summer, and in a few months, he will start shooting the fourth part, which is expected to be another blockbuster. If possible, he would rather spend the time filming with her by his side.
After repeatedly assuring her, Laila finally persuaded Janet to leave. If Mr. Quentin hadn't given her a resentful look before leaving, she might have felt a bit better. She understood the reason for that look; he was feeling wronged for being caught in the crossfire because Janet asked him for help, and he refused. She believed there would be a "war" between them after they went back.
However, Laila thought Mr. Quentin should feel lucky that he wasn't born in the East; otherwise, whether it was a washboard, a keyboard, or instant noodles, there would always be one that would let his knees experience the most wonderful touch.
"Why did you tell Janet?" Laila also started to settle accounts with Roy.
To someone unfamiliar with her, seeing her with furrowed brows and a cold look might scare them off, but this couldn't scare Roy. He knew at this moment, that she was just a tiger made of balloons, a needle prick would deflate her. To describe it with an Eastern idiom, it would be "furious from embarrassment."
He smiled and pulled her to sit next to him: "Now that I have Janet's orders, if you don't rest properly, I will still report to her."
"A man tattling to a woman, you're moving up in the world, huh!" Laila snorted coldly.
Roy didn't mind her words at all, instead, he felt honored because the angrier she got, the more helpless she was: "Say whatever you want, but compared to your health, everything else can be put aside."
He was right, Laila had no way to deal with him. Janet's tear attack was too scary; even a weak fighter has a power level of 5, but she probably has a negative 5 in front of Janet's tears.
Although she knew they were all worried about her, she didn't want to put aside the script. Compared to the busy work, the time she immersed herself in the script was very blissful.
"For me, reading scripts is my way of resting. If even that is taken away, I really won't have any rest time."
Roy smiled and picked her up by the waist, walking upstairs while saying: "Then let's find another way to rest."
Laila was startled by his sudden action: "This way, I'll be even less able to rest, won't I?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Roy teased, winking at her as he quickly carried her to the upstairs room, and then carefully placed her on the bed. "Rest well, first get rid of your dark circles, then we'll talk about other things. If you wish, we can switch to the rest method you were just thinking of."
"..." Laila, who had already made herself an ostrich by guessing his intentions wrong, now had her face even redder. She didn't want that kind of rest method, okay? What does he mean by 'up to her'? It's as if she wanted it!
Roy chuckled and pulled her out from under the thin blanket, finding her a comfortable position to lie down: "Sleep, I've got everything covered. You just need to sleep well now."
"It's not time to sleep yet." Laila protested.
"Don't worry, I'll come to wake you up for dinner."
"I..." Laila wanted to say she had work to do, but before she could finish, a slender finger was placed on her lips.
"Shh." Roy silenced her while covering her eyes with his other hand: "Close your eyes!"
Having no choice, Laila obediently closed her eyes.
Feeling like those in TV shows who die with their eyes open, only to have someone close them, how to break it to him that this is kind of unlucky?
But his hand is really warm, and his breath keeps entering her nose...
Seeing she stopped talking, Roy withdrew his hand. To his surprise, she had already fallen asleep, breathing evenly.
"She fell asleep in less than a minute, yet dares to say she's not tired and doesn't need to rest." Roy looked at her dark circles with affection, leaning down to plant a light kiss.
Goodnight, my princess.
May you have a sweet and wonderful dream.