Chapter 917: Chapter 917 Apology_1
After posting the last update, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, his whole being radiated utter exhaustion.
Yes, Hannah had said, he couldn’t live without his fans.
But since he couldn’t do without them, it was time to change tactics and make them more obedient.
——After this incident, we’ve come to realize our mistakes clearly and would like to reiterate our apologies to Miss Hannah Winter and The Kite for the harm caused, and in the future, the fan club will...
It was a lengthy piece, professionally edited, indeed there seemed to be no fault to find.
Hannah glanced at it casually and chose not to respond.
Soon after, the actor selection was finalized, and the filming of the drama officially began.
Louis Snyder unexpectedly started behaving himself and, apart from necessary interactions during scenes, basically did not have any private contact with Hannah.
There was no sign of his formerly clingy nature.
Even Hannah was surprised by Louis’s transformation.
Of course, if it weren’t for the fact that the young man often hid in corners to steal glances at her, she would be more inclined to treat him as a well-behaved and obedient boy.
A week after filming commenced, there was a problem with a scene between the male lead and the second male lead, and Jack Stewart took the opportunity to give Hannah a day off.
Teresa Gordon from the other side was still keen on the idea of having Hannah mentor newcomers, so as soon as Hannah was off, the calls came through.
The request was for Hannah to participate in group activities.
Jack happened to be nearby when she took the call.
Ever since becoming a director, Jack’s temper had grown fiercer than before, and not even a flashy floral shirt could contain the sudden burst of "masculine energy" he emanated.
Occasionally, Hannah would tease him, asking if he couldn’t find a partner and thus decided to self-combust.
Jack wasn’t offended, at most he would reply, "That’s because I don’t let the good stuff go to waste, unlike you..."
But he would leave it at that.
This time was no different after taking Teresa’s call.
It seemed like a negotiation.
Although HQ had initially expressed support for Hannah’s solo project, they didn’t intend to let her go solo just yet.
The group activities were the only leverage Hannah had at the moment.
Having not seen the group members for such a long time, rumors and speculations were inevitable.
Most of them targeted Hannah, claiming she had forgotten her roots now that she found success, and some even spread rumors that she was causing divisions and isolating herself within the team.
These were heavy accusations—there were precedents of groups destroyed over one individual’s unilateral story, and even subsequent clarifications of slander couldn’t salvage much.
However, against the rumors, that evening both Lucy Taylor and Christopher Lee updated their social media with selfies with Hannah.
There were photos from set visits and private gatherings, which Hannah then shared.
It served as a so-called "explanation" to the "concerned public" furiously typing away.
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Upon leaving the filming site, Hannah went straight back to Arnold Simmons’ villa.
To those in love, being apart for even an hour feels like a year, let alone Hannah who had been staying on set for so long.
Almost immediately upon entering, Hannah clung to Arnold like a sloth, not even bothering to take off her clothes before trying to pin him down.
In contrast to his usual assertiveness, the Second Young Master Simmons was particularly accommodating toward his little girl at home.
The door was closed, completely shutting out the cold air outside, and the heat in the room began to rise.
Sparks flew onto the tinder, and even a single spark could ignite a prairie fire.
It burned hot enough to scorch the skin.
Hannah could do as she pleased, and Arnold went along with her.
Not until both collapsed on the sofa, with Hannah’s face flushed and breathless, did Arnold finally take control.
A long while passed.
"I’m so tired," she murmured, her eyelashes fluttering pathetically, "I don’t want it anymore."
Arnold wrapped her in his arms, pulled over a blanket, and despite Hannah’s reproachful gaze, he wrapped her up layer upon layer, leaving only her head exposed, worried she would catch a cold.
