Chapter 236

After that long kiss, Amelia Johnson's cheeks were flushed, her breathing unsteady. She felt like her whole body had turned to jelly. She shot Damien Taylor a playful glare, a little embarrassed. "You started talking and I instantly knew it was you," she teased. "Why are you dressed like that?" Damien was about to take off his baseball cap when the door was pushed open. Acting fast, he tugged his mask back on. It was the same makeup artist from earlier. She glanced at Amelia’s red face and frowned. "You hot or something?" Amelia gave an awkward smile. "Uh… yeah, maybe a bit." "Anyway, hey you," the makeup artist looked pointedly at Damien, "help carry these boxes out, will ya?" But when he didn’t move, she snapped, "What, frozen in place? Move it! Unless you want the director to blow up!" With no other choice, Damien silently picked up a few boxes and headed out. Amelia couldn’t help but feel both amused and sorry for him, seeing someone like Damien being bossed around like a crew memb