My Repentant Brothers (Madeline Larson)

Madeline's mind suddenly cleared. She opened her eyes in horror, and her face was instantly redder than a tomato.

Yohannes was still in the same position as he was before, but the indifference in his expression had already unwittingly disappeared. He gazed at Madeline with that complex expression of hidden longing and distance. Madeline didn't care about that right then. She was thinking. Am 1 an idiot? Did 1 just kiss Yohannes? What was he doing? Did he... forget to dodge?

1, it was Yohannes, not a stranger! It would be

"You-You-" Madeline exclaimed. Despite her professionalism, she was slightly humiliated. After all, horribly awkward between them!

She desperately wanted to say anything to relieve the embarrassment, but nothing worked. She pursed her red lips and decided

the sand.

Sylas stuttered, "Well, Yohannes, you......":

d to stick her head in

Yohannes swallowed, lowered his head, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Sorry-I'm going to go rest" Then, he practically bolted to the

break room.

When a makeup artist came to fix his makeup, he said, somewhat coldly. "You guys go out for a bit. I want to be alone."

Yohannes' eyes went blank after the lounge door was closed, and he subconsciously caressed his lower lip with his index finger.

When she kissed him, too many thoughts had raced through his mind.

She had exquisite features and flawless skin. Her brows were dark and perfectly shaped, while her lashes were long and thick. They looked like moths fluttering around his heart. Under her nose, her lips were red and pouty. They were so cute he forgot all about the plot.

"This is terrible." Yohannes voice was low and hoarse. He covered his eyes in annoyance. "There is no way around it. I can't refuse." His emotions had too strong a hold over his behavior

He had no idea what the others were saying about them. His heart thumped in his ribcage, and he had never felt so alive.

He had the despicable desire to p

Knock! Knock!

to possess her but still pretended to be reserved and aloof. He was really a low-class man

Rockley came in with water, asking "Mr. Yandell, are you okay? Mr. Thurman asked me to tell you this scene has been postponed. The retake is

tomorrow."

He continued, "He also asked Ms. Larson to rehearse scenes with you in private so that you can stop being so reserved and remain calm during the filming As he spoke, he placed the cup in Yohannes hand. Yohannes' throat was hot and dry, so he gulped the entire glass of water in one breath. He replied, "Okay"

Outside, Camille was a little astonished-as were the others. But everyone was focused on different things.

The cast was doubting Yohannes' professionalism, but Camille narrowed her eyes and muttered. "It seems that Yohannes... has real feelings for Madeline

Senna disagreed. She asked, "How come? He doesn't seem warm toward Madeline. Maybe they kissed by accident, and he left angrily" "He's Yohannes. Why would he be interested in some pure newbie like Madeline?" someone asked. "It's possible. Camille rubbed her chin and nodded while glancing at Madeline, resting off-site. "Yohannes is exceedingly icy to others and has a frigid heart."

"What he feels about Madeline dehninely isn't that simple, Senna said. "No one exposed him for anything, but he was stock-still when he was kissingThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

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Camille was worried that Yohannes mood might affect the shooting and marketing of the TV series. She wanted someone to warn Madeline not to po ton far.

At night, Madeline was looking at Yohannes script in her room. She had marked it in great detail, taking notes with a colorful pen.

She was lying on the bed. Her feet kicked back and forth, and she was fully concentrated. She didn't notice when the doorbell was pressed agai 12.12 PM

and again.

When her phone rang, she hurried over to open the door.

A man rushed into the room. Madeline closed the door in confusion and turned to look at the uninvited guest in the room.

The man casually took off his mask, revealing a cold face. It was Yohannes.

Madeline was confused. "Why are you here? To run lines!"

Yohannes sat on the sofa and looked up at Madeline. "The thing today" he said, then paused. "I apologize."

Madeline was stunned. She thought, It's been half a day since the incident. Why is he apologizing now?

"It's okay. It's all about work anyway," she said. "And... It's just a kissing scene. You're not.. too concerned, are you?"

Yohannes looked at Madeline in surprise and said, "As far as I know, you've never- You've never kissed anyone, right?"

Madeline was stunned. In this life, it would be her first kiss. She touched her lips and deliberately teased Yohannes. "It was my first kiss, so what? You want to make it up to me?" Yohannes' eyes darkened. He knew that if he did take responsibility for his actions, she would run away and hide.

Tilbe here anytime you need me," he said, still maintaining a degree of reserve

Madeline inclined her head. "Let's run our lines."

She handed him the script on the bed. "If you can't act well in this drama, it will be difficult for your next. As far as I know, your next project is a period romance drama.

She joked. "At least, the male lead of Fake Confessions is very similar to you."

Yohannes took the script with some displeasure and glanced at it impatiently. "So, she's just ignoring what I said he wondered. Or would she rather lose her first kiss lake this than let me make it special?" His eyes slowly turned baleful

Madeline met his gaze and scolded, "Yohannes, your acting is terrible. The emotion is completely off" She asked, "Don't you know how to read? Can't you tell disgust from resentment? Think! How do you do disgust?" Chastised, Yohannes clutched the script in his hand. Well, since Madeline diligently made notes without me knowing. I'll let her correct me, he thought.

As long as it made her happy..

Madeline stood before Yohannes to continue the scene before, where he confessed his love and was rejected. She looked into his eyes, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, her eyelashes trembling. Yohannes froze.

Madeline was prepared this time and pushed his jaw away. Her lips fell on nothing.

Yohannes also breathed a sigh of relief and frowned in disgust. "You can't replace her. Stop asking for trouble"

Madeline was satisfied. She knew that Yohannes could complete such a simple scene.

She threw herself into the role, pulling on Yohannes arm to persuade him, and said urgently, "Are you going to embarrass me in front of so many people?

He shook her off mercilessly. She staggered, twisted her ankle, grimaced in pain, and then fell back. As long as Yohannes ran ahead, the scene would

be almost over.

Unexpectedly, he shouted, "Maddie!" Yohannes stretched out his long arms and grabbed Madeline's waist. Due to gravity, the two of them fell straight onto the bed with a loud bang- Madeline gaspeil Her hands subconsciously supported the man who was pressed tightly against her. Their breaths were hot. She could feel his rapid heartbeat under her palms Badump. Badump. Badump,

The young man so close to her looked the same as he did back then. His messy hair grazed her forehead. His eyes were so deep it felt like she was drowning in them.

The dim light made Madeline feel a little dizzy, and he was grabbing her waist tightly. It was too ambiguous.

"Why is the second fernale lead so entangled with the male lead? she thought. It's not right."