Chapter 201

The afternoon sun cast golden hues across the set as Sebastian approached, his signature grin in place. He carried a carefully wrapped package that smelled divine. "My cousin prepared these smoked beef strips—five different flavors! You get first pick, Vivian."

After weeks of filming together, the crew had become familiar with her preferences. "Come on, Vivian, choose quickly!" someone called out. "We've been salivating since breakfast!"

Isabella, the makeup artist, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Honestly, Sebastian wouldn't let anyone near them until you'd selected yours." Vivian chuckled as she accepted the parcel.

Inside lay five airtight containers, each meticulously labeled. When Sebastian opened one, the rich scent of smoked meat and secret spices made everyone's mouths water.

Vivian's stomach rumbled audibly as she sampled a piece, savoring the perfect balance of smokiness and spice. Without hesitation, she claimed the extra spicy batch—her absolute favorite—before passing the rest to the eager crew.

Cheers erupted as everyone thanked both Sebastian and Vivian. After all, without their leading lady, who would have gotten them this homemade delicacy?

As laughter filled the air, Vivian's smile faltered when a sudden glint caught her eye. Their outdoor set, though cordoned off, remained exposed to public view, with fans and curious onlookers gathered beyond the barriers.

Her skin prickled with unease as she scanned the perimeter. Something felt... off.

Having distributed the treats, Sebastian rejoined the group, his easy charm lifting everyone's spirits. Isabella paused mid-brushstroke while touching up Vivian's makeup. "You're absolutely radiant today," she murmured sincerely.

Vivian's flawless features and luminous complexion never failed to impress the makeup team.

Moments later, Sebastian returned with a script. "Vivian, about this scene—" He stopped abruptly, noticing her leg resting on a stool.

A faint scar marred her otherwise perfect skin. "What happened here?" Concern etched his features.

Vivian glanced down and shrugged. "Old injury. Isabella will cover it before filming. Not exactly camera-ready."

The pale pink mark stood out against her porcelain skin, though well-healed.

Without warning, Sebastian grabbed the concealer and brush, kneeling to apply it himself.

Vivian immediately blocked him. "Don't! Your fanbase would crucify me if they saw this!"

The moment the words left her lips, an icy shiver ran down her spine. That unsettling sensation of being watched returned with vengeance.

She stood abruptly, striding toward the street's edge, her gaze sharp.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian followed, brow furrowed.

Vivian's eyes darted across the busy thoroughfare. "I keep feeling like someone's photographing me."