On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 242

The director’s smile faltered. “What’s the problem?”

George remained silent.

The director glanced from George to Jessica, remembering how easily she had persuaded him to help. A lightbulb went off in his head.

“Oh, I don’t mean for you to act with her,” he said without hesitation, gesturing to the lead actress. “They need to be on the sidelines, learning. I’ll find you a scene partner. How about Ms. Brown?”

Before George could respond, Jessica shook her head frantically. “No way. I’ve never acted before.”

“You don’t have to act,” the director pleaded, rushing over to her. “Just stand there. Please, you’d be doing us a huge favor.”

Jessica hesitated, then gave a stiff nod. “Fine, I’ll try, but—”

“No buts!” the director interrupted, pushing her forward. “Ms. Brown, you have the natural grace of a high-society heiress. Just standing there is a masterclass in itself.”

Jessica was speechless.

She was nudged into position next to George, her cheeks warm. “If I mess you up,” she mumbled, “just pretend I’m a piece of furniture.”

George leaned a hand against the doorframe, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. “You called?” he sneered. “Get out.”

He started to shut the door, but Jessica stuck her leg in the way. He flinched, stopping just short of crushing it.

“What are you doing?” his voice boomed, dangerously low. “You want to lose that leg?”

She lifted her chin, her delicate face a mask of defiance. “Aren’t we friends?”

Suddenly, he gripped her chin, his face moving closer until their noses were almost touching. His laugh was heartbreaking. “Tell me, how are we supposed to be friends? How do I stand by and watch you get cozy with the man who hurt you? How am I supposed to be friends with a woman I loved more than my own life?”