CHAPTER 938: CHAPTER 938: I’M GOING TO SEE MY HUSBAND

Madame Goldie paused for a moment. Justin Xavier had already been inside for two days, but Leah Thorne showed no reaction, seemingly indifferent, which was why Mrs. Xavier called her heartless.

Madame Goldie sighed and looked at Leah with a complicated expression, "Leah, I hope you’re truly heartless. Otherwise, if this knife wounds him, wouldn’t you feel the pain as well?"

Leah lowered her thick, comb-like eyelashes. "That’s enough, no need to apply anymore. Get the makeup artist to handle my face, I need to go out and film."

...

Today’s scene for Leah was a breakup scene. Anya used to be the daughter of a wealthy family with an outstanding fiancé, Noah Burke. However, during the war, Anya’s family fell apart, and the Burke family looked down on her. Mrs. Burke even personally delivered a letter of cancellation of the engagement.

But Noah, who was deeply in love with Anya, didn’t know. In a heavy rain, he came to Anya’s door.

"Leah, this scene is a bit difficult. I see you’re not in great shape today, your face is pale. Are you ready, or should we film it tomorrow?" Director Wright knew what had happened between Justin Xavier and Leah, so he tentatively asked her.

Leah shook her head, "No need, Director Wright, I’m ready."

"Alright, let’s start filming."

The artificial rain began, and the actor playing Noah was already on stage. Leah also took her place.

Leah came to the second-floor window. She wore a clean blue and white school uniform, her long black hair hung obediently and purely over her shoulders. Perhaps feeling the slight chill from outside, she wrapped her slender arms around herself, her frail shoulders eliciting sympathy.

Director Wright watched Leah through the camera and couldn’t help but praise to Madame Goldie beside him, "Every time Leah steps into the frame, I feel she’s become Anya."

Madame Goldie nodded, "From the first time I saw Leah, I knew she was born for the camera."

Director Wright agreed, and officially called, "Action!"

The scene officially began, Noah stood in the rain, shouting loudly toward the second floor, "Anya, I know you’re in there, come out and see me!"

"Why did you break off our engagement? You must give me a reason! I’ll wait here for you, I believe you’re not a cold-hearted girl!"

Leah stood at the window on the second floor, quietly hugging herself in the bleak autumn rain, watching Noah below.

Soon, Noah, unable to hold on, fainted.

The Burke family’s private car arrived, and Mrs. Burke took Noah away.

"Anya," a female classmate came over, "Why didn’t you go down to see Noah? Being so heartless will truly hurt him."

Leah watched the direction in which Noah disappeared, remaining silent for a long time. The rain outside pounded on the window sill, making a pitter-patter sound. Just as everyone thought she wouldn’t speak, she said softly, "He has many people who love him; he won’t miss me. But I have lost everything. All that’s left is myself, so I must keep my heart tightly guarded, not allowing myself to lose... utterly."

Director Wright once again jumped up at her performance, marvelous, simply marvelous!

"Cut." Director Wright called for a stop.

Leah walked over after finishing the scene, and Director Wright praised again, "Leah, you were fantastic, thank you for your hard work today, get some rest."

...

Leah returned to her room, and Madame Goldie handed her a cup of hot milk, "Leah, drink the milk, and go to bed early."

"Alright." Leah took the milk and obediently drank it down.

Madame Goldie felt that since Justin Xavier went inside, Leah had become very obedient, mostly compliant and quiet. She didn’t seem to talk much anymore.

Madame Goldie looked at Leah’s small, delicate face, still soft and charming, but indeed pallid. After removing her makeup, the handprint on her cheek became clear, adding a touch of fragility to her softness.

Madame Goldie couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed in Leah over these days. She seemed unchanged, yet it felt like she had changed a lot.

"I’ve finished." Leah handed the cup back to Madame Goldie and then got up to leave.

Madame Goldie asked curiously, "Leah, where are you going?"

"To shoot the scene, the rain breakup scene later, let’s hurry, so we won’t be late." Leah walked to the door, her small hand resting on the doorknob.

Madame Goldie’s mind went blank, "Leah, what are you talking about? We just shot the rain breakup scene, have you forgotten?"

Leah’s hand suddenly froze.

Her thick, comb-like eyelashes fluttered twice, and she turned with a slight smile, "Madame Goldie, I was just joking with you, you should go back to your room, I need to rest."

Madame Goldie’s nervousness finally relaxed, she patted her heart with a sigh of relief, "Leah, that’s not funny at all. I thought you had amnesia, scared me to death. Rest well, I’m leaving."

Madame Goldie left.

The room was left with Leah alone. She stood quietly, with her long eyelashes casting shadows beneath her beautiful eyelids.

She knew she wasn’t well.

Actually, she had never been well.

At 18, both her body and mind suffered a heavy blow, and she lost a child, she developed a mental illness.

Now it was getting worse, and she had started to forget things earlier.

Gradually, she would forget many people and many things.

Maybe someday, she would forget the man named Justin Xavier.

Maybe someday, she’d forget the first half of her life as Leah Thorne, forget herself.

Leah stood quietly in the room for a while. Then she moved, grabbed her coat, and walked out.

Madame Goldie came back because she wanted to give Leah the script for tomorrow, expecting her to prepare in advance. She intended to ring the doorbell, but found that Leah’s room door wasn’t even closed.

"Leah, why didn’t you close your room door? That’s so dangerous... Leah! Leah!"

Madame Goldie found the room was empty, Leah was gone.

Leah was just here, where did she go?

Madame Goldie suddenly thought of someone, could Leah have gone to find...

Madame Goldie sighed, thinking of Leah’s earlier monologue, the words were too fitting, not sure if it was about Anya or Leah.

Having lost everything, only oneself remains, so wasn’t it agreed to tightly guard one’s heart to avoid losing completely?

Then don’t give away your heart.

...

Leah left the set and hailed a taxi on the street.

"Driver, to XX police station."

The driver cast a glance at Leah in the rearview mirror, his eyes brightened, "Beautiful lady, what are you going to the police station for so late?"

Leah looked at the driver coldly and indifferently, "I’m going to see my husband."