Chapter 1929: Anton Ford Meets His Beloved

Just like the slow-motion scene in a movie, Anton Miller appeared at the entrance of the makeup room. His gaze lightly swept over everyone inside, searching for that familiar figure.

In the bright light, he stood at the doorway, his features sculpted, his lines perfectly formed.

Soon, Anton Ford saw the inconspicuous spot furthest inside, where someone he had been searching for sat.

It’s Abby!

She wore a white dress, her long black hair was smooth, her skin pale, her face pure and lovely, identical to how she looked in his deepest memories.

A girl was helping her comb her hair while Abby held a script, intently reading it.

Her eyes were lowered, unaware that someone was watching her.

Anton Ford gazed at her for a long time, his heart finally calming down, a long-lost softness appearing on his cold face.

It’s Abby, Abby whom he has been searching for years!

Anton Miller’s heart was slightly joyful, waves rising within, along with a bit of sadness, a suppressed urgency. In conclusion, his feelings were extremely complicated at the moment.

"Wow, it’s Anton Ford."

"Look quickly, Anton Ford is here too."

"Why did he come so early? Oh my gosh!"

Gradually, many artists noticed him and began whispering, causing a stir.

Those familiar with Anton Ford’s filming habits all knew he never arrives early, but he also never arrives late.

He would only come when it was his turn to act, and this habit had become a legend.

After being noticed by everyone, Anton Miller quickly withdrew his gaze; he didn’t want to arouse suspicion among others. He strode inside and chose a seat neither too close nor too far from Abby.

Anton Miller didn’t look at her again, but the periphery of his eyes could feel her presence, a feeling that gave him comfort.

"Wow, it’s Anton Ford, look, Anton Ford is here."

"The popularity of his last drama still hasn’t faded; he’s truly a national idol. I think he’s much more handsome in person than in photos."

"It’s my first time working with him, even though I just have a tiny role, but I feel like I’m the leading actress! I’m so excited!"

Hearing such remarks, Tess Tate couldn’t help but turn her gaze to the side, wondering, is he really so captivating?

She happened to see Anton Ford’s profile, indeed so handsome, he didn’t need to do anything, just sitting there exuded an alluring charm.

And Abby Sawyer?

She sat at the dressing table, eyes lowered, memorizing lines, brewing emotions, seemingly absorbed, automatically blocking all external sounds.

Tess Tate withdrew her thoughts, helped her arrange her hair, bending slightly to whisper in her ear, "Abby, Anton Ford is here. You have a scene with him today."

Only then did Abby Sawyer snap back to reality. Anton Ford?

She followed Tess Tate’s gaze, turning her eyes right onto the man sitting not far away.

He sat quietly at the dressing table, only his handsome profile visible, a bit sharp, a bit aloof, also somewhat distant, with a slender figure and tasteful attire.

He was young and very charismatic.

Abby Sawyer stared intently at him, but he did not turn his gaze.

A makeup artist was doing Anton Ford’s makeup.

Abby Sawyer felt his lead actor aura and knew he was a born actor, often completing scenes in one take, with his last hit drama being his first acting experience.

His temper was poor, very impatient, usually arriving just before the shoot, making it difficult for actors to rehearse with him in advance.

Facing such a leading actor, Abby Sawyer, a newcomer, inevitably felt some pressure, and she was a bit nervous.

Because her first scene was to act with him.

Retracting her gaze, Abby quickly looked back at the script, continuing to study it intently.

And not far away, Anton Miller also picked up his script, turned to the lines for the third female lead... starting to pay attention to her scenes.