Chapter 1924: Can You Promise Me One Thing?

"Right, have you started painting? Weren’t you just discharged from the hospital?" Her sister was a bit surprised and asked.

"Yeah, I spent most of the day studying the script today. I’m really impressed by this character! I really like her!"

Joanna Sawyer picked up her bowl and added, "Anyway, she’s the lost memory girl’s white moonlight that the male lead mistakenly believes in. He’s crazy about her for a while before he abandons her. Telma just needs to wholeheartedly love the male lead; infatuated eyes, adoring eyes, hopeful wife eyes—it’s a very simple and persistent role!"

After hearing her sister’s words, her sister couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up, "That’s how I interpret it, too, so it’s not wrong to study the script with you."

Joanna Sawyer grinned broadly, a bit smug as she said, "I’m not studying alone; we’re a team. I’m just the lead writer."

After dinner, the sisters started to study Telma’s character, thoroughly analyzing her personality.

Abby Sawyer, performing in her first TV series, brewed her emotions over and over in front of her sister, rehearsing the scene for tomorrow...

She’s a complete newbie; she only has a dream of acting, and she’s willing to seize the opportunity to try.

So, of course, she must do her utmost and not drag everyone down.

Abby Sawyer has been a good girl since childhood, a person who can bear the weight of the world on her own. She’s wise, calm, and unyielding to corruption.

Moreover, in front of her family, she always shares good news and not the bad, believing that everything should be allowed to happen as long as she’s still alive, there’s nothing she can’t withstand.

Nighttime, in a certain villa.

Trevor and Janelle got out of the car, holding hands as they walked towards the living room, leaving behind two shadows that suggested their happiness through their gait.

In recent days, they’ve continued with their previous mode of being together: in the mornings, Trevor goes to the company, Janelle teaches the kids piano.

In the afternoons, Trevor picks her up, and they seriously pursue romance.

Lately, they climbed Riventhal’s most famous mountain and watched the most beautiful sunset. Last night, they camped to count stars on the mountain and watched the sunrise together in the morning.

They rode bicycles along the coastal highway, went for hikes in the countryside, set up tents together, with Trevor personally grilling steaks and Janelle brewing coffee...

They rolled up their pant legs to catch fish and shrimp together, taking lots of funny snapshots of their daily life.

They went to Mao Buyi’s concert, sitting in the front row.

Then they went to the karaoke bar to duet "For You, For Me," with each lyric as words of love meant for each other.

Returning home, Trevor helps wash her hair, blow-dries it, and they apply face masks together... writes the date in a scrapbook, presses their fingerprints.

In the brightly lit study—

Trevor, wearing a bathrobe, sits at the computer, and Janelle sits on his lap. He wraps one arm around her waist, drawing her close while his other hand holds the mouse.

Both focus on the design on the computer screen.

They’re planning their wedding; the overall design is ready after nearly ten days of effort, yet they still refine the details meticulously.

Night gradually deepens...

He shuts down the laptop, gently turning her body towards him.

Janelle, with a smile, meets his gaze, lightly touching her forehead to his, noses barely brushing, breaths intertwined...

"My Princess Annie, will you grant me one request?" Trevor’s gaze rests on her peach-like lips.

The girl’s heart races, and she softly responds, "My Prince Charming, please speak."

Trevor attempts to speak, using the softest tone to ask her, "Tonight, could you not stay in the guest room?"

"..." The girl overhears this, feeling a rush of heat, her cheeks blushing.

Is he asking to sleep with her?

Without waiting for her reply, he passionately kisses her lips... She doesn’t resist, implicitly agreeing—a man’s perspective.