Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen by Lopez family's

Chapter 108

In the second shoot, Eileen clearly felt Egbert upping his game. His kiss was filled with tension and

urgency. His tongue gently prying open her lips.

She could hear his panting. His breath was so fervent and wild.

Eileen was led by his kiss, standing on her tiptoes.

“Cut!” Galen yelled again.

The air around them was humid and hot.

Egbert took a deep breath, then slowly backed away. After he left, Eileen wiped her mouth and looked

at the director.

Galen was clearly not satisfied, “Palmer called Joyce out to vent his emotions, he’s under mental

stress, but he doesn’t love this woman. Egbert, what were you doing? Holding her face, kissing her so

seriously and passionately, what was that about?”

Egbert kept his mouth shut, not answering.

Galen continued, “And you, Eileen, what are you laughing at? Your state was off too!”

Eileen was speechless seeing Egbert getting scolded.

Galen started to reprimand Eileen, “Both of you, Egbert couldn’t let go, but you, Eileen, you let go too

much. Your face didn’t even turn red from shyness!”

Their filming had been going smoothly these past few days, Galen hardly lost his temper. This was the

first time Eileen saw Galen angry.

Galen felt a headache, “Did you guys rehearse this scene beforehand?”

Egbert answered calmly, “No.”

“Why didn’t you rehearse beforehand?”

Both of them couldn’t answer. Finally, Galen said, “That’s enough for today: You two find some time to

rehearse. Just don’t mess up again tomorrow.”

Galen was clearly upset, because he thought this was a very simple scene.

Especially for Egbert, such mistakes shouldn’t happen to him. As for Eileen, maybe it was because she

was young, inexperienced in love, and unable to get into the right state for matters between men and

women. She still needed Egbert to guide her on this.

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After the shoot, Galen took Egbert aside to talk. Eileen, meanwhile, left to change clothes alone. When

she came out after changing, she found Galen was already gone. Egbert was waiting for her outside

the changing room.

Eileen was holding a tissue, pressing it against her lips. Seeing Egbert, she removed the tissue,

showed him her mouth, and complained, “You bit my mouth.””

Her pink lower lip had a small abrasion due to the intense friction earlier.

Egbert reached out and held her chin, lifting her face to examine the wounded area closely. His gazes

suddenly darkened.

Eileen slapped his hand away. Still pressing the tissue against her lips, she asked, “What now?”

Egbert put his hand back in his pocket and said, “Let’s go eat.”

Eileen raised an eyebrow, “Going to a restaurant?”

Egbert nodded, “Yeah, Galen wants us to bond.”

Egbert wore a mask to avoid fans when going out alone, while Eileen didn’t have such a problem.

Egbert dressed simply, a grey sweater and black pants. Eileen was even simpler, just jeans and a

hoodie. The hoodie was obviously cheap, the kind that had been washed many times.

Walking down the street, Eileen kept looking at the names of the restaurants. Then Egbert suddenly

asked, “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Eileen was taken aback, turning to look at him.

Egbert was serious, “Let’s understand each other better to help us get into character. You can ask me

too.”

Eileen’s mood was dampened by his question, because she thought of Hubery. Feeling a bit nauseous,

Eileen replied unhappily, “Yes.”

Egbert frowned. After a long silence, he scoffed, “You don’t look like someone who’s had a boyfriend.”

Eileen was confused, “How so?”

Egbert casually said, “Your reaction. When I kissed you, you reacted awkwardly.”

Eileen chuckled, retorting, “You’re talking like you’re so experienced. You even bit my lips. Besides, I

said I had a boyfriend, not that I had kissing experience. I never even held hands with that idiot.”

Hubery’s target in the past life had always been Hedy. He avoided Eileen in fear of Hedy

misunderstanding. They indeed never held hands, let alone any other intimate actions. But even if she

had no experience, she had seen others in love.

Egbert looked at her blankly. Seeing her expression, it seemed she wasn’t lying.

“Let’s eat here.” Egbert stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant.

Eileen glanced at Egbert, frowned, and then followed him in. The restaurant was very clean. They

ordered a private room and found they could see the whole city through the window.

The city’s buildings were all made of green bricks and brown tiles. At sunset, the beautiful scenery

Improved Eileen’s mood a bit. They ordered a few dishes, which arrived shortly-

As she ate, Eileen asked Egbert across the table, “Do we have to rehearse tonight? Do you know how

to rehearse?”.

Egbert’s hand, holding a fork and knife, paused for a moment. Then he said, “If not, we’ll try a few more

times.”

Eileen took a sip of water, looking at him skeptically, “Are you sure you can?”

Egbert looked at her deeply, saying lightly, “Why don’t you teach me?”

Eileen immediately beamed, saying cheerfully, “In the end, you still need my help, right? Fine, I’ll study

it and teach you tonight.”

They were supposed to be out for dinner to bond, but Egbert only saw Eileen gobbling up the food.

When she couldn’t eat anymore, she even packed the leftovers to bring back to the hotel for late-night

snack.

On the way back, she was carrying a bag of food. She even sang as she walked.

Egbert couldn’t bear it anymore. He took one of the food bags and then took her hand. Eileen looked at

him puzzled, “What are you doing?”

Egbert said with a poker face, “You know, for bonding.”

Eileen, staring at their interlocked hands, blinked and said, “We’re already thick as thieves, do we really

need to hold hands?”

Back in the Osaka Museum, Eileen and Egbert were not quite chummy, and holding hands would have

been a bit awkward.

But recently, after going through a lot, living in the jungle with all its hardships, sharing meals and

accommodations, fighting together, they were past the point of being just ordinary friends.

Nowadays, Eileen treated Egbert like a bosom buddy. So did holding hands even matter anymore?