CHAPTER 126: CHAPTER 126: SWEET MOUTH

"Oh well, let’s just surprise him then."

Clara Bennett chuckled softly and said to herself silently in her heart.

So, Clara patiently rebuttoned each button, then once again walked out of the dressing room.

Following the specific location information sent by William Foster, Clara quickly found the car he was in, parked in a quiet corner.

One had to admit, choosing this place to meet demonstrated William Foster’s high level of caution and unique insight.

There were no surveillance devices installed around, nor any reporters lurking about.

It was only stars like George Taylor who might attract a huge crowd of followers, but fortunately, this popular figure had already finished work and left via another route, so where they were now was extremely safe and not easily discovered.

Clara gently opened the car door and elegantly sat inside.

At that moment, a large bouquet of white roses suddenly appeared before her eyes and was gently placed in her arms.

Clara took a deep breath, savoring the fresh and slightly sweet fragrance of the white roses, then looked up at William Foster with a hint of questioning and surprise in her eyes, "Hmm?"

William Foster’s voice was like warm sunlight in winter, gentle and warm: "Congratulations on your successful audition."

His tone conveyed his support and blessings for her.

Clara slightly lowered her head, carefully observing the large bouquet of white roses.

The flowers were not only pure white like jade but also looked very fresh, as if they would drip dew with a touch.

Looking at such beautiful flowers, a sense of warmth and emotion rose in Clara’s heart.

During the past three years of an unhappy marriage, there was too little care from that guy Samuel Grant, and receiving flowers from him was even rarer.

In fact, buying flowers wasn’t difficult for most people, but whether one was willing to give them truly showed how much they cared and cherished someone.

With these thoughts, Clara reexamined the man sitting in the driver’s seat, "Why are you so well-dressed and handsome today? Are you going to give me flowers and dress so dashingly handsome every time we meet from now on?"

She asked.

Even though this meeting was somewhat abrupt, his clothes were still harmoniously and beautifully matched, even his hair was neatly styled without a strand out of place.

Hearing this, William Foster smiled faintly and said, "Because I care, so I do it," he said, "Every meeting with you makes me very happy and important."

Looking down at the still fragrant white flowers in her hands, then looking up at the man sitting in front.

His face was exquisite, his temperament outstanding, and there was a deep sense of love in his words.

Unconsciously, Clara, who was still immersed in her thoughts, was infected by this warmth, her mood improved.

So she couldn’t help but lean a little closer to him and said half jokingly, half earnestly, "Your words are so sweet, you surely didn’t eat honey, did you?"

Unexpectedly, her teasing brought out William Foster’s playful side.

"If there’s really honey, darling, you could try it for yourself, couldn’t you?"

William Foster responded with mock innocence, a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Faced with such direct and provocative words, Clara first gave him a glaring look to show her dissatisfaction, then spoke in a slightly reproachful yet sweet tone, "How can you be so overbearing!"

As for William Foster, he chose silence as the best answer.

Sometimes he would try to hide his thoughts in front of Clara, pretending to be serious, afraid she would discover his true feelings.

But other times he didn’t mind letting her see through some of his little thoughts, as if silently conveying a sense of intimacy and trust.

William Foster’s gaze slowly fell on Clara, seeing her wearing an exquisite qipao, looking dignified and elegant, even more beautiful than the photos he had been sent.

But he deliberately pretended not to notice, asking in a lighthearted tone, "Honey, what are you wearing now? Have you already changed out of your costume?"

William Foster tried to keep his tone calm, but in fact, he was full of praise for Clara’s outfit.

Clara smiled slightly, playing along with William Foster’s words, "Yeah, I’ve finished the makeup trial, of course I gotta change. After all, it’s the crew’s clothes, gotta take care of them, can’t let my momentary negligence ruin them."

Her words revealed a sense of seriousness and responsibility, as if protecting those precious costumes.

William Foster listened, paused for a moment, finding it slightly amusing: This little trickster was clearly teasing him.

He feigned ignorance, playing dumb, and she too cooperated by telling a white lie.

Well, thinking about it, they really do have quite a tacit understanding between them; this interaction made him feel very heartwarming and interesting.

William Foster certainly wouldn’t easily pass up this chance to tease Clara, so he pretended to sigh regretfully and said: "Oh, so it’s like that... Honey, are you hungry? Shall I take you to get something to eat?"

He tried to cover up his admiration for her wearing a qipao with this topic.

Clara tilted her head to look at William Foster, with a hint of curiosity and teasing in her eyes, she laughed and asked, "Mr. Foster, do you know what expression you’re wearing right now?"

Clearly, she had already perceived William Foster’s thoughts, ready to further expose his little "secret."

Faced with Clara’s question, William Foster feigned confusion and asked back: "Is my expression really strange?"

Actually, he had already guessed she might have noticed something, but he still wanted to keep up the pretense of this seemingly simple game.

Clara leaned in closer to William Foster, then answered in an extremely gentle voice: "Your expression right now is one of disappointment, do you really want to see me wearing the qipao that much?"

Her words were full of teasing but also not lacking in tenderness.

Upon hearing Clara’s words, William Foster indeed felt a bit awkward and, after a pause, explained softly with a sigh: "A little... actually, I really want to see. This is the first qipao you tried on for the role, I can imagine there will be many people in the cinema who will be amazed by your silhouette in the future. But even if I were among the audience then, I fear I won’t be able to appreciate your most beautiful form as clearly and completely as I can now. So I thought I’d seize this opportunity to be your first viewer."

His words carried a touch of sincerity and longing.

Listening to these words, Clara Bennett felt a surge of indescribable emotion in her heart.