Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 353 - 352: A Kiss Tainted with Smoke

After Ian Lee left, Mia Sutton stood there, still not sure what was happening.

What?

Was it decided just like that, so hastily?

Mia Sutton, confused and baffled, stood amidst the wind, but despite her confusion, she still had to keep shooting.

After Ian discussed with the screenwriter, they quickly finalized everything and immediately incorporated the scene. The efficiency was astounding.

Once everything was prepared on set, Ian called out to Mia Sutton and Jensen Sterling, saying they could start shooting.

Before Mia Sutton walked over, she glanced down at the script once more. Her slender fingers curled slightly, leaving a crease on that page of the script.

Lowering her gaze, her tongue lightly swept across her lips. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, thump, thump, thump.

Jensen Sterling obviously noticed her action, stopped, and turned back to look at her, his dark eyes questioning, "What’s the matter?"

Hearing this, Mia Sutton lifted her head and smiled at him, "Nothing, let’s go over."

Jensen Sterling: "Okay."

Then Mia Sutton felt her fingertips being grasped lightly, as if subtly reassuring her of his presence.

Mia Sutton pressed her lips together; Jensen Sterling had only held her hand for a brief moment before letting go, so quickly that no one noticed.

Yet, the sensation lingered on her fingertips.

In reality, Mia Sutton was just... a bit unaccustomed to filming these scenes, or perhaps that’s not entirely accurate.

If her relationship with Jensen Sterling were still the same as before, she could film the scene without concern, as it would just be acting, but things had changed.

The man standing before her was now her teacher Jensen, and while filming other scenes was okay, for intimate scenes, she was... a bit worried about projecting her usual image of Jensen onto him.

Alas, the person in front of her was the teacher Jensen, and it was beyond distracting.

In fact, as soon as filming actually began, Mia Sutton no longer saw any trace of Jensen Sterling in Jensen Sterling himself, as if he had fully become Seth Quinn.

The first part of their scene went exceptionally smoothly. Ian watched through the monitor, extremely pleased.

Their stunning appearances and genuine acting meshed well, with no sense of discord, and even the affection in their eyes was perfectly captured.

It was all very natural.

Especially during the part of the kiss on the Adam’s apple, the crew on set couldn’t help but react.

Damn, the air was filled with pink bubbles, it was so sweet, a restrained sweetness, just... very chaste, yet also sensual.

This particular scene, once aired, would likely blow away a bunch of viewers.

Particularly Jensen Sterling’s fans, a large number of them might go absolutely wild.

Right after this scene was finished, it was time to shoot the next one.

Rosalind had just finished a scene, and after stepping down from the stage, she changed out of her costume into a cheongsam, painted her lips red, and let her long hair down casually.

Leaning against a rocking chair by the window, she sat with her fair legs crossed, exuding an utterly relaxed demeanor, holding a slim cigarette between her elegant fingers. Her head was slightly turned as she gazed at the crowd below.

Her fingers were slightly bent, with long, beautiful knuckles, making others feel that such delicate hands should be holding a pen or caressing a piano.

They should have been clean and cherished, living a carefree life.

Instead of gripping a cigarette, watching this world with a detached expression.

It seemed as if there was no more color in her eyes, as if that tint had faded away without her noticing.

She watched the people below; some scurried about for a living, others after their lives in a panic, while some were intoxicated in brothels, indulging in dreams and debauchery. All of humanity seemed condensed on this short street.

After an indeterminable amount of time, Rosalind let out a snort of laughter, as if she was mocking the world, or perhaps... herself?

She then slowly brought the cigarette to her lips, took a drag, and exhaled slowly, the smoke swirling around, making her expression hard to decipher.

When Seth Quinn entered, this was the scene he witnessed: a woman with a stunning figure, clothed in a bright cheongsam, the vibrant hue making her appear forlorn instead.

Her silhouette flickered amidst the smoke, as if she might vanish at any moment.

When Rosalind was about to bring the cigarette back to her lips, a pair of well-defined, bony hands suddenly appeared, holding her slender wrist.

Rosalind first chuckled lightly, then slowly raised her head, her eyes full of mirth as she looked at the person standing beside her.

...

The set was very quiet, so quiet it felt like only the two of them existed, everyone else seemed to be holding their breath.

Ian, sitting in front of the monitor, also found his breath catching.

The camera crew captured the moment perfectly, filming gradually from the back to the front.

The woman’s back, to her profile, to the man grasping her wrist, then to her soft chuckle, followed by her final upward gaze.

Everything fell into place perfectly, the atmosphere was simply impeccable.

No one dared to interrupt them, just watching the woman looking at the man next to her.

Her smile was radiant but not purely radiant, and she said, "What, does the general want a puff too?"

The man’s brows furrowed imperceptibly. He didn’t speak, just locked eyes with the woman, slightly tightening the grip on her wrist.

Seeing this, Rosalind chuckled, "Seems like not, but of course, this is a cigarette for women, I’ll find a general’s cigarette if I ever get one."

"General, let go a bit, my wrist hurts."

Although her tone was laced with laughter, the man’s actions did not change, still holding her wrist.

Gradually, Rosalind put away her smile, "General Qin, what, you don’t smoke, but you won’t let me either. That’s too overbearing."

Seth Quinn said solemnly, "You shouldn’t smoke."

Hearing this, Rosalind chuckled softly as if mocking; she shouldn’t; what else was she not supposed to do?

"It’s just a cigarette, you don’t smoke, and won’t let me either, who are you to me, to boss me around like this?"

Upon hearing these words, Seth Quinn’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple moved up and down quickly a couple of times, his lips moved slightly, but he didn’t speak.

After Rosalind finished speaking, her expression turned indifferent, glancing at the cigarette in her hand, then with the other hand, she took the cigarette and placed it in her mouth.

The next second, Seth Quinn swiftly reached out and removed the cigarette from her mouth, then bent down and, to her astonishment, kissed her directly.

...

She clearly felt the mix of cigarette taste and Jensen Sterling assault her senses, as if his mouth also carried the taste from hers.