Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

Chapter 238 Theresa, for the umpteenth time, ventured into the vast snowy abyss.

The film crew was pushing the limits.

As if the naturally whistling winds weren't enough.

Mr. Witt had brought in several monstrous wind machines, directing a relentless gust at Theresa.

The cold wind was bone-chilling.

Theresa couldn’t help shivering.

But the road ahead had to be taken, and the film had to go on.

She clenched her teeth, her face taking on a stubborn look.

Mr. Witt nodded in approval from his spot.

That was exactly the feel he wanted.

Alice, after all, was a girl who appeared radiant and delicate but was also proud and stubborn.

Theresa just needed to be herself to bring out eighty percent of the character's spirit.

The remaining twenty percent would cto life with just a little jump from him.

In the snow.

Theresa walked her path with dedication, following the script.

In the end, as the script dictated, she fell into the snow.

“Cut” said Mr. Witt.

But Theresa didn’t move for several seconds.

Just as Mr. Witt was about to call out again.

Susan hesitated for a moment and then dashed out..

She was bundled up in thick clothing, but as soon as she stepped out of the studio, the terrible wind and snow hit her full on, stinging her face like slashes of knives.

Just a few seconds into the storm, and Susan was already struggling.

1/6 Chapter 238 Yet Theresa, without a single complaint, had been acting in such conditions for over half an hour.

Susan bit her lip and rushed out.

“Susan?” Thomas got startled and quickly followed.

Susan was the first to reach Theresa.

With great effort, she helped Theresa up.

Theresa's face was pale, her entire body so cold it had turned purple.

“Susan?” Theresa bit her teeth. “Why did you cout? Go back inside.” Susan shook her head, her gaze fixed on Theresa's knee, which was alarmingly red.

Theresa's performance.

It wasn't all just acting.

She had genuinely stumbled.

Yet she hadn't let on at all, powering through the scene with sheer determination.

“You're hurt,” Susan said through clenched teeth. “Someone help, please!” The crew was taken aback and hurried over to assist.

Thomas had followed Susan out.

He caught sight of the ghastly wound on Theresa’s knee and instinctively said, “I've got her.” He bent down to lift Theresa.

Theresa glared at him fiercely. “Get lost.” This woman.

Thomas felt a pang of irritation.

But seeing Theresa's pale face, he held back his words and simply carried her in his arms.

Theresa wanted to struggle, but she had no strength left and had to let Thomas carry her.

Soon, Thomas had carried Theresa back to the studio.

“Sorry,” Theresa said, a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t see that there was a rock. I accidentally hit my knee on its sharp 2/6 Chapter 238 edge.” Mr. Witt glanced at the startling wound and quickly said, “Don’t worry you rest for today. I'll shoot the other scenes.” Theresa struggled to speak, “I don’t need to rest, | can still shoot, I...” “Zip it,” Thomas said. “If you're told to rest, then rest. Stop the chatter.” “You...” Theresa looked at Thomas with anger. “Do | need you to tellwhat to do?” “Now you don’t needto tell you what to do? When you were out in the snow, why didn’t you get up by yourself?” Thomas couldn't help but say Theresa, without a word, tried to get down.

“Stop moving, or I'll throw you down,” Thomas said.

“Throwdown then, do it now!” Theresa said in anger.

‘Fine, I'll throw you down. You think | won't?” “Then why haven't you done it?” s of The crew watched the spectacle, which resembled a quarrel between schoolchildren, with expressions bewildered amusement.

Susan was torn between concern for Theresa and the urge to laugh. After a moment, she cleared her throat and said, “Both of you, be quiet. Thomas, carry Rose back to the hotel to rest.” “If Susan insists, then I'll reluctantly agree,” Thomas said, his face a portrait of forced compliance.

“Do | need your reluctant help? Putdown, Theresa said angrily.

“Ha. I'm giving Susan srespect, not squabbling with you.” “Didn’t you hear me? Putdown!” “I can’t hear you.” “What, are you deaf?” The two of them were off again, like children in a playground squabble.

Susan's face was a picture of exasperated amusement. ‘How about you two continue this at the hotel?” “Who wants to argue with her, him!” they said in unison.

3/6 Chapter 238 Thomas and Theresa exchanged glances, each seeing a flicker of disdain in the other's eyes.

Thomas even had an Inexplicable feeling.

This mutual annoyance felt oddly familiar.

Before he could ponder it further, Susan began to urge them frantically.

Left with no choice, Thomas carried Theresa back to the hotel.

Back in hotel room.

Susan went to fetch santiseptic for the wound.

Thomas and Theresa looked at each other, then quickly looked away, both feeling a mutual distaste.

Half an hour later.

Susan had treated Theresa's wound and was fussing over her with various instructions.

“I got it it, my dear housekeeper,” Theresa said with a grin.

Susan shot her a look. “No matter how important filming is, it’s not as important as your health. You rest up for a few days before continuing. I'll fill Mr. Witt in on the details.” Theresa wanted to say more.

But facing Susan’s warning gaze, she could only say, “Alright, I'll listen to you.” Susan's face softened.

Just then, a knock on the door was heard.

‘I'll get it.” Thomas volunteered, standing up.

Opening the door, he saw a stranger.

Thomas was confused. “Who are you?” Eason squinted slightly at Thomas.

He had an excellent memory, and he was certain that this man was not part of the crew.

How could such a stranger suddenly appear in Theresa and Susan's room? Without revealing his confusion, Eason simply said, “I'm here to see Ms. Muller.” Chapter 238 Looking for Susan? Thomas eyed the man’s arms laden with packages suspiciously.

This guy, bearing gifts, was looking for Susan? Susan, hearing the commotion, had just reached the door.

When she saw Eason, she was stunned. “Mr. Nicholas? What are you doing?” Upon seeing Susan, Eason’s expression immediately softened.

“Ms. Miller. The climate here is so different from Coraland, | was worried you wouldn't adjust. So | went out early and bought slocal gear for you.

‘This is a windbreaker jacket, warmer than regular clothes.

“These are glasses to block the wind.

“This is a hat.

“This is...” Eason kept pulling items out.

Theresa hobbled over.

She spotted a frostbite cream and couldn't help saying, “That's perfect, letuse sof that. | reckon I'll be facing endless frostbite with all the filming ahead.” Eason glanced at her, his face expressionless. “I think, Ms. Miller needs it more.” Theresa was speechless.

She was the one filming in the snow and wind daily.

Didn’t she need it? But Eason was already ignoring her, continuing to look at Susan tenderly. “I asked many locals before buying these. These are the best of the best. Please don’t refuse them, Ms. Miller.” t now.” Susan felt a bit awkward. “Sorry, | don’t need them right now.” “Ms. Miller.” Eason tried to persuade her further.

“Alright, alright, she said she doesn’t need them, don’t stick around like a bad rash,” Thomas said as he sharply closed the door.

5/6 Chapter 238 Eason stood at the door, silent.

Five minutes later.

Ben received a text message.

[Someone's trying to steal your lady!!!!!] It was followed by countless exclamation marks.

Ben's eyes narrowed slightly.