30 Days of Passion and Revenge-Chapter 251: A Film Studio Dream

In their family, no one could defy their father’s word. If the old man had decided on something, it was absolute. If Lily Anderson chose to stay by Ethan Blackwood’s side, death would be the only path left for her.

"Right now, he hasn’t done anything to me, and I’m pregnant. He wouldn’t make a move."

Lily forced a faint, indifferent smile as she spoke.

She didn’t want Ethan to worry.

Too much had happened recently. One event after another, piling on endlessly. He already had more than enough on his plate...

"What exactly does Father mean by this?" Ethan glared coldly at his brother and asked in a low voice.

Tommy Blackwood shrugged, his trademark roguish smirk returning. "Same as what happened with me back then... Option one: you two separate. Option two: shut down Blackwood Enterprise. Option three: come back and accept his ’discipline.’"

No one could disobey their father. That had always been the fate of the three Blackwood brothers. Every step they took was confined to the chessboard their father had laid out. No one could step outside the lines.

"You’re nothing like me!" Ethan growled, his deep voice reverberating angrily as he glared at his brother. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the dining room.

Like Tommy back then...

Lily looked at Tommy in confusion. He responded with an exaggerated smile, exuding his usual carefree and unruly demeanor. "You don’t want to know my story. For you two, it’s just a cautionary tale."

Lily didn’t press further and followed Ethan out of the dining room. Ethan was already pulling on his blazer. When he saw her, he said, "Come on, I’ll take you somewhere."

"Where are we going?" Lily asked.

"I’m coming too!" Tommy called out as he followed them, raising his voice.

"What does this have to do with you?!" Ethan’s icy gaze shot toward his meddling older brother.

"You’re not seriously planning to leave me alone in this house. I’d get so lonely. When I get lonely, I want to chat with the maids. When I chat, I feel sleepy. And when I’m sleepy, I want to... sleep." Tommy grinned shamelessly.

"..." Lily felt like the longer she spent around Tommy, the more her ears were polluted.

"If you follow us, I’ll break your leg!" Ethan snapped, his voice sharp with a warning.

But Tommy still followed, driving his convertible alongside their car. Occasionally, he blew exaggerated kisses in the direction of Lily’s seat.

"What happened to him?" Lily couldn’t help but ask as she watched Tommy’s flamboyant antics.

"What could’ve happened to him?" Ethan snorted coldly, clearly unwilling to give a direct answer.

"I think I can guess," Lily said. "He probably had a good girlfriend, but your father disapproved and forced them to break up. Afterward, he was so heartbroken that he became a playboy."

It sounded like something straight out of a melodramatic TV drama... except it was far more tragic when brought into reality.

Ethan didn’t deny it, giving a slight nod. "Hmm."

"So I was right?" Lily shifted her gaze from the window to Ethan’s sharp features.

Ethan’s expression softened slightly. He reached out, draped an arm over her shoulder, and embraced her. Using his other hand, he playfully tapped her nose. "My woman is so clever."

Clever...

"..." Lily chuckled. "Where are you taking me? Don’t forget you must still get your IV drip this afternoon."

"I can get it anywhere."

"No, you need to lie down and rest properly," Lily said firmly, leaving no room for compromise regarding his health. "If you don’t care for yourself, your walking will always look stiff and awkward. Imagine how bad that’ll look."

Who’s walking stiff and awkward? Ethan thought, clearly offended. He was temporarily recovering.

"You’re disgusted with me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Disgusted!" Lily replied without hesitation.

Ethan immediately leaned down and kissed her cheek, frowning as he grumbled, "You’ve grown bold, haven’t you? Daring to say you’re disgusted with me?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop taking your health so lightly." Lily pushed him away in frustration. Realizing he couldn’t argue with her, Ethan sighed and said reluctantly, "Fine, fine. I promise I won’t let myself end up crippled. Happy?"

"Mm."

Satisfied, Lily snuggled closer into his embrace.

The motorcade eventually stopped outside the city’s film studio. Lily recognized this place. She’d been here while working on the movie <Kill>, part of Blackwood Enterprise’s entertainment division.

"Why did you bring me here?" Lily asked curiously as she stepped out of the car, looking at Ethan.

"Wow... A film studio! Sexy girls!" Tommy exclaimed as he jumped out of his convertible, spreading his arms wide toward the studio’s entrance as if he were about to hug it.

Ethan’s second brother is genuinely hopeless.

"Come here," Ethan said, taking Lily’s hand and leading her into the studio. They stopped before a large expanse of red fabric hanging over something.

The studio was tranquil, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle. Not a single person was in sight.

Lily looked at Ethan in confusion. He led her to a section of the wall where a button resembling a switch was located. His deep, sensual voice sounded in her ear. "Press it."

Lily blinked at him but didn’t hesitate. She reached out and pressed the button.

Clunk—

A heavy sound echoed.

The massive red fabric began to descend slowly, its folds swaying like waves, accompanied by the soft sound of fabric rustling against the air.

"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed from the side, clearly impressed as he watched the red "waves" fall.

Lily’s eyes widened as she stared blankly at the scene unfolding before her. The red fabric fell to the ground, revealing a grand sign that stretched across two connected buildings. The large letters’ detailed craftsmanship on the sign stunned her: Lily Anderson Film Studio.

Pop—Pop—

A group of staff standing under the sign simultaneously pulled celebratory poppers, sending colorful ribbons cascading through the air.

Lily stood frozen, staring at the transformed studio. Although she had been here before, it was now completely different.

And everything before her... was identical to the model in Ethan’s study. Even the sign’s lettering was meticulously crafted by him and turned into this grand title plaque.

This feeling...

It was like reading fairy tales as a child, falling asleep, and then stepping into the story in her dreams—seeing the same magical scenery come to life.

She had seen the studio model countless times, but standing here, it felt like she had stepped into a dream.

Without acknowledging anyone, Lily walked forward step by step. The staff immediately parted respectfully, forming a path for her.

Even the most minor details were identical. The tables, chairs, and chandeliers inside the buildings... every piece was a replica of the model. Lily ran her hand over a Republic-era chair, the sensation surreal.

It felt like she had walked into a dreamlike fairy-tale world. Even her footsteps felt as though they were treading on clouds.

Lily Anderson Film Studio.

This was her dream... her dream of becoming a director.

Suddenly, Lily noticed a script lying on a wicker table. She picked it up and opened it. It was the screenplay she had rewritten.

Three bold words were printed on the title page: Director: Lily Anderson.

The dreamlike feeling vanished instantly, replaced by a harsh reality: her current condition... made it impossible for her to direct a film.

"The team is ready. You can start filming anytime," Ethan said, sitting in a white wicker chair across from her. His deep gaze locked onto her, one leg crossed over the other.

Start filming anytime...

How could she possibly...

"What’s wrong?" Ethan’s dark eyes studied her silent demeanor.

"Can I... not..." Lily hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to direct. She was afraid her body wouldn’t hold up or that she wouldn’t be able to deliver the baby during production safely.

"Hmm?" Ethan pressed when she didn’t continue. "Will three months be enough?"

"What?" Lily asked, stunned.

"Give me three months. I’ll take you away from here. During these three months, you can shoot this film," Ethan said, his deep voice magnetic.

"Take me away?" Lily looked at him in surprise, her gaze briefly flicking to the plainclothes soldiers outside. "Back to your father?"

"No." Ethan took her hand, sunlight glinting off the gemstone ring on her finger. "Give me three months. I’ll take you to get married."

Give me three months. I’ll take you to get married.

Lily stared at him in shock, unable to find her voice. He said he wanted to marry her... had she heard him, right?

"Lily Anderson, give me time," Ethan said, gripping her hand tightly, his gaze burning into her wide, disbelieving eyes. "I’ll take you away."

He wouldn’t let anything hurt her anymore. He wouldn’t let any obstacles stand in their way.

He wanted them to be together for a lifetime.

Lily still couldn’t speak. She just stared at him, stunned.

"Lily Anderson!" Ethan raised an eyebrow, his large hand tightening its grip.

"No matter how much time you need, I’ll wait," Lily said, her voice steady as she met his gaze, giving him her promise.

Hearing her words, Ethan smiled, his lips curling into a sensual, captivating grin.

The two of them sat at the entrance of the Republic-era set, sunlight streaming in and casting a warm glow over Ethan’s tall, perfect figure. The light softened his sharp features, enveloping him with a rare tenderness.

Lily quietly gazed at him. At that moment, with the sunlight and Ethan before her... she thought she would remember this scene for the rest of her life.

Give me three months. I’ll take you to get married.

It was the most heartfelt promise she had ever received.