Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 299 - 298: Jensen Sterling Saw Fanfiction

Mia Sutton had been busy lately and hadn’t checked Weibo much, so she had no idea that she and Jensen Sterling had somehow gained CP fans.

Meanwhile, Cameron Grant was growing more and more frustrated with his artist. Nearly a year had passed, and aside from various endorsements, Jensen had only taken two film roles, one of which was just a cameo, hardly a time-consuming effort.

The glamorous name for this was "resting."

Cameron: "....???"

Although Jensen Sterling’s film projects had decreased in recent years, he still managed about three films a year. But now, his frequency of accepting roles was so low that it made Cameron feel like his client was about to retire from the spotlight.

Who knew how many times fans had urged them under the studio’s official account.

But even if they nagged themselves to death, there was nothing he could do; his artist was just lazy.

Cameron stood next to Jensen, holding a script, watching the artist with his head down, focused on his phone, and spoke earnestly, "Jensen, have you looked at the scripts I’ve been sending you lately? Any catch your interest?"

He sounded like a worry-stricken old nanny.

Jensen didn’t even lift his eyes and replied indifferently, "No."

After speaking, he continued looking at the chat window on his phone, which was a message from Clark Jacobs.

"Clark: Jensen, are you there? Where are you?"

"Clark: If you see my message, reply quickly. I want to send you something."

"Clark: Jensen, Jensen, Jensen!!!"

Seeing this string of messages, Jensen pressed his lips together, his expression indifferent: "Just say what you have to say."

In those four short words, impatience was evident.

One wouldn’t doubt if Clark continued to babble on, Jensen might just block him the next second.

But Clark didn’t mind Jensen’s attitude towards him; to be more precise, he was used to it.

Because of his chatty nature, he had been blocked more times than he could count on his fingers.

Jensen was casually looking at his phone, and a moment later, Clark sent over a few documents and a video.

Jensen didn’t click on the documents, not knowing what they contained; he could only see his name. But the video was different—the cover image was unmistakably of him and Mia Sutton in their costumes from God and Demon Technique.

"Jensen: What’s this?"

"Clark: You’ll know when you watch it." He even added a mysterious emoji at the end. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Jensen’s eyes paused slightly, sitting lazily in his chair, then he clicked open the video.

Since his phone was on silent, the video played with images but no sound.

Jensen glanced at it, and the fingers that had been gently tapping the armrest gradually came to a stop.

Cameron, standing on the other side, saw Jensen’s expression change slightly and approached curiously, "Jensen, what are you watching?"

As Cameron leaned over, Jensen quickly turned off the phone screen, lifted his eyes slowly, and glanced at Cameron indifferently.

Cameron immediately looked away, laughing awkwardly, "Uh, right, Jensen, I’m not curious at all."

Jensen withdrew his gaze, then stood up from the chair, "The New Year is coming. Let’s not take on any activities for now."

And then he gently patted Cameron’s shoulder and walked towards the office door.

After he disappeared, Cameron let out a deep sigh. He really was the most unfortunate manager, no doubt about it.

His artist was completely captivated by beauty, utterly lost, with nothing on his mind but his girlfriend, and work had long been cast aside.

As for Jensen, sitting in the car, he put on his Bluetooth headset, leaned back in the seat, and opened the video once again.

The car moved steadily along the road in silence. The driver up front glanced into the rearview mirror, noticing his boss intensely engrossed in his phone, his eyes dark and deep.

After watching the video again, Jensen turned off the phone and closed his eyes tightly, covering the emotions within them.

It was unclear how long it took, but when he reopened them, they were calm once again.

As if recalling something, he picked up the phone again.

On the other side, Clark, just about to start a game, saw the voice message from Jensen.

Jensen: You’ve watched all of those?

The tone carried a subtle hint of danger.

Clark didn’t really notice, assuming Jensen was just annoyed by his messages, he said, "No, someone else sent them to me and said it was their current CP crush. When I saw the people in the video were you and your girlfriend, I just sent them to you."

Clark indeed hadn’t seen them; upon receiving them, his first thought was to send them to Jensen, and then someone invited him for a game, which he played. It was only after finishing that he saw Jensen’s message.

After sending the first voice message, Clark thought it might be his excessive messaging that had annoyed Jensen, so he sent a few more.

"Jensen, I’m sorry. I won’t send that many messages next time, just..." Let bygones be bygones.

Hearing the first voice message, Jensen’s tightly pressed lips gradually relaxed.

He opened the second message, but after just a few words, he decisively closed it without bothering with the rest.

Clark entirely missed Jensen’s point, and after sending the message and seeing no response from Jensen, he casually complained a couple of times before continuing his game.

...

Upon arriving home, Jensen found that Mia wasn’t there; she had gone with Amanda Summers’ team to an event.

Jensen took off his jacket, tossed it casually onto the sofa, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, warm mist rose, adding a sense of haze. The water from the shower sprayed down, the man reached up, smoothing back his wet hair, tilting his head back.

Unbidden, memories of what he had seen earlier surfaced in his mind, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing, and with his movements, water droplets slowly slid down.

In reality, the things Clark had sent weren’t anything particularly inappropriate; after all, the two of them didn’t have any intimate moments that could be edited together, and since someone else had sent them to Clark, there was nothing especially unsuitable. The focus was really on capturing the atmosphere.

But some thoughts, long suppressed in the heart, are like caged beasts, occasionally itching to break free, and they need only the slightest nudge.

Jensen might not realize it yet, but this is just the beginning. The speed of some fanfiction out there is truly something else.