Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 280: Scene Partner

The scene was clearly noisy, yet Moira Young and Aiden Webb seemed to be in a world of their own, eerily quiet.

Time flowed like water, ticking away, but Aiden didn’t spare Moira a glance, immersed in his script, unaware of his surroundings.

Moira seemed unable to bear the silence and tried to start a conversation with Aiden, but before she could speak, he tossed a notebook at her.

"What is this?" Moira queried, puzzled.

"Open it," Aiden replied, his head back down in his script.

He appeared so distant, as if the person who had spoken was not him.

Moira wanted to say more, but seeing his disinterest, she embarrassingly touched her nose and opened the notebook.

Glancing at it first, neat handwriting filled the page.

It detailed Moira’s shortcomings meticulously, instructing her on how to improve her acting skills. Yet, like the script, it ended with a harsh note.

Your acting is terrible; you need to not only watch more but also practice more.

This was the second time Aiden commented on Moira’s poor acting, making her feel uncomfortable, but she could only accept it from an international star.

Summoning courage, Moira stood and approached Aiden, her bright eyes fixated on him, attempting to decipher him.

"Do you need something?" Aiden finally spoke, having been stared at by Moira for a while.

Moira nodded heavily, "Senior, please teach me how to act."

"No," Aiden rejected her decisively.

"Why?" Moira was puzzled, "Wouldn’t it be easier to explain verbally than write it out?"

But Aiden repeated, "No teaching."

Moira couldn’t understand; if he didn’t want to teach her, why give her the script and notebook? What did it mean?

Just as she was confused, Aiden coldly suggested, "You can meet me for rehearsals if you have time."

"Really?" Moira was skeptical, "Aren’t you unwilling to teach me?"

Aiden looked at her, his elongated eyes indifferent and emotionless. He didn’t respond, yet Moira understood his meaning.

He seemed unwilling to explain further.

But this encounter only piqued Moira’s curiosity about Aiden, a cold and reticent figure. Why did he enter the entertainment industry?

Returning to her seat, Joe returned with coffee.

She barely drank before hearing the director’s call, quickly placing the coffee down and preparing.

She was about to star opposite Aiden and had to be at her best to prevent ridicule over poor acting.

Regrettably, the shoot did not go smoothly.

Moira’s expressions and actions felt contrived, leading to multiple retakes.

"Moira, would you like to rest?" The director comforted her after two hours of retakes, "If it doesn’t feel right, we can shoot something else first."

"No need, I can do it." Moira stubbornly shook her head, refusing to believe she couldn’t nail it.

Then, Aiden’s cold voice sounded, "You are not Moira Young now, you’re Cathie Linton. If you can’t immerse yourself in the role, you better quit acting sooner rather than later."

This was the longest sentence Aiden had said since knowing Moira. His words struck a nerve, bringing tears to her eyes.

She had always been cherished by Julian Sinclair and was rarely treated this way, finding it hard to accept.

"Do you think crying solves anything? If you’re not suited for this, don’t pursue it. If you want it, show professionalism and don’t waste others’ time."

Aiden’s eyes flickered, words piercing and ruthless as ever.

Moira looked at him with grievance, lips stubbornly pursed, eyes defiant: "I’m not as bad as you say."

Aiden didn’t want to explain further, pulling Moira’s hand towards the camera, signaling to see the best footage.

The cameraman hurriedly adjusted the camera, quickly pulling out the best shot, shrinking back: "Professor Webb, this is the best take."

Aiden was known for his severity; it didn’t matter who he acted alongside, if he was dissatisfied, he’d openly criticize.

The cameraman worried for Moira, adjusting swiftly then retreating, fearing the fallout.

After all, the industry titan against a young star backed by the Sinclair Group, a conflict would be unpredictable.

"Watch carefully," Aiden instructed Moira, pointing at the footage.

Moira felt indignant, defiantly stepping forward, "Fine, I’ll watch."

But soon, she couldn’t maintain her stance.

The footage revealed her acting to be awkward; whether sad or surprised, she was expressionless, like a puppet.

"Still stubborn?" Aiden’s face remained indifferent.

Moira fell silent, a blush on her fair face, embarrassed but speechless.

"If you’re not good, practice harder. Even if you rely on popularity, you need skill."

Aiden frowned towards the director, "We’re done for today."

The director dared not oppose, meekly nodding, "Let’s call it a day, Professor Webb and Moira are tired, wrap up, wrap up."

With Julian as the investor, the director didn’t worry about profits, just ensuring his fee was secure; why trouble himself?

And so, after only a morning’s shoot, Moira returned to the hotel.

At the hotel, Moira threw herself tearfully into Julian’s embrace, "Uncle..."

Julian raised a brow, cradling her tenderly, "What’s wrong with my Moira today?"

"I was scolded!" Moira replied, pouty-lipped, rubbing against Julian’s chest, "Senior Aiden Webb said my acting was terrible, and told me to quit."

"His words don’t matter," Julian replied, eyes narrowing, "Unless you want to quit, nobody can force you."

"But my acting really seems bad, what should I do?" Moira sighed deeply, admitting the truth.

Julian lifted her face from his chest, gently pecked her on her tender lips, "Silly, my Moira is always the best."

Moira struggled free from his arms, snorted in annoyance, "You’ve never said I’m failing."

"Indeed, never," Julian’s eyes twinkled with intoxicating humor, marveling at how even angry she was captivating, truly his woman.