Chapter 595: Chapter 594: The Final Decision (Part 7)
Bea swung her bag onto her shoulder and walked directly towards Archer Quinn.
Bella Acker was momentarily stunned by what she had heard.
Senior Quinn and Bella...
Archer Quinn was resting with his eyes closed, only opening them when a shadow loomed over him.
From above, Bea raised an eyebrow at him, "So, are you just going to leave without saying anything after spending the night?"
Director Simons, who was next to them, took a sip of water and immediately spat it out upon hearing Bea’s words.
Some fine mist sprayed over, and both Archer and Bea looked at him with disdain.
Director Simons raised his cup and quickly took two steps back, "I’m not here! I’m not here! You two carry on, carry on!" he said, turning and slipping away, leaving the space to them.
Bea turned her gaze back, focusing on Archer Quinn. Her attractive eyebrows slanted slightly, glaring at him defiantly.
"Sorry, I drank too much last night," Archer Quinn sighed, his expression genuinely apologetic.
Bea let out a cold laugh, "Last night when you were with me, you didn’t seem too drunk to have no strength! Now, you think you can just say you were drunk and move past it? What are you thinking?"
Archer’s gaze passed over Bella, who was frozen not far away, feeling somewhat embarrassed and awkward, he retracted his gaze and said, "Then what do you want?"
"Do I even need to say it?" Bea replied, "Of course, be a man and take responsibility for me."
Archer frowned and stood up, "Let’s talk about this elsewhere."
"Why go somewhere else? What are you afraid of?" Bea raised an eyebrow and looked around arrogantly, "It’s not like I’m someone who can’t show my face, let’s talk here."
Archer felt a headache coming on and had to compromise, "This is my workplace, and I don’t want personal matters to affect my work."
"Filming?" Bea glanced at the set pieces around and briskly nodded, "Alright, I’ll wait here until you’re done."
"Miss Sinclair, can you leave your number? I’ll call you after I finish work," Archer said, "Don’t worry, I won’t run away."
"I’m not afraid of you running, because wherever you run to, if I want to find you, I will," Bea said, reaching out her hand, "Give me your phone."
Archer frowned again, "Miss Sinclair, my phone is a personal item."
Bea snorted at this, giving him a sidelong glance, "You wanted my number, right? I don’t have business cards, so I’ll have to enter it."
"You can tell me, I’ll write it down," Archer took out his phone and unlocked it, "Miss Sinclair, go ahead and say it."
Bea glanced at his phone, "185 ***** , give me a call."
Archer didn’t call right away, but noted her number down, then put away his phone, "I’ll call you after work."
"Alright." Bea nodded without fuss, "Where’s your lounge? I need a nap."
"Miss Sinclair, I can have my assistant book a hotel for you," Archer offered.
"What exactly are you afraid of?" Bea frowned, "Where’s the lounge? I need to sleep. Let me tell you, I’m in a bad mood if I don’t sleep well. If I make a scene on set, don’t blame me."
Archer didn’t much care about others’ opinions, but since Bella Acker was present, he didn’t want her knowing what happened between him and Blythe Sinclair last night.
Archer relented again, "I’ll have my assistant take you there."
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