Chapter 816 - 813: I Don’t Think He’s a Good Match Either

Chapter 816: Chapter 813: I Don’t Think He’s a Good Match Either

A moment later, Holly set down her tools and studied Clara’s face for a bit, seemingly quite satisfied. "Mhm, Clara, you’re just a natural beauty. Even a touch of makeup makes you absolutely radiant."

Clara mustered a faint smile. "Aren’t you exaggerating a bit?"

"Not at all, you really are that gorgeous," Holly said with a giggle. "If I were a man, I’d want to marry you, too. President Quinn is incredibly blessed to have you as his wife. I can’t believe he actually dares to pick fights with you.

"Then again, a little friction between a married couple is no big deal. Once you two calm down, everything will naturally blow over."

She knew Clara didn’t want anyone to know about her fight with Seth Quinn or the fact that she had been hiding in the dressing room to cry. Therefore, Holly decided to play dumb and just go along with whatever Clara said.

Seeing that her makeup was done, Hailey quickly brought over a cup of water. "Clara, have some water."

Clara took the cup and downed a few large gulps. She really was feeling rather parched.

Once she finished drinking, she turned to Hailey. "Go on ahead to the set and tell the director I’ll be right out."

Hailey nodded. "Okay."

Once she was out the door, Clara looked at Holly and offered a soft, shallow smile. "Thank you, Holly."

"Aw, what are you thanking me for? I just touched up your makeup. Just don’t complain about my handiwork and we’re good." Holly waved it off dismissively before hesitating. "But Clara, if you’re too exhausted, don’t push yourself. If you’re really not feeling up to it, you can always take a day or two off to rest."

"It’s fine. I can handle it," Clara said, rising to her feet. "I’ll head over now."

"Alright." Still a bit worried, Holly called out after her, "Be careful out there!"

Stepping out of the dressing room, Clara looked up and exhaled a long, slow breath before making her way to the set.

Director Keane spotted her approaching and called her over, asking somewhat hesitantly, "Clara, is everything alright? Earlier, I saw President Quinn..."

Clara immediately blinked and put on a smile. "I’m fine, Director Keane. He’s just like that. He always walks around with a stiff face, so just ignore him."

Despite her reassurance, Director Keane wasn’t the only one who had seen President Quinn’s thunderous, storm-cloud of an expression earlier.

But since she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, outsiders had no right to pry.

Director Keane returned her smile. "That’s good to hear. Go get ready, and we’ll start the next scene."

Clara kept smiling as she turned around to prepare, but the moment she was out of sight, the warmth faded from her face.

Despite her best efforts to steady her emotions during the subsequent scenes, Clara’s performance was noticeably rocky.

If she wasn’t missing her cues for expressions, she was flubbing her lines.

Eventually, even her scene partner, Mason Holden, couldn’t help but say something. After Director Keane called cut midway through yet another take, Mason studied Clara closely for a moment. "Clara, has President Quinn been bullying you again?"

Clara shot him a fleeting glance and offered a listless retort. "You’re overthinking things."

"Tch, what do you mean I’m overthinking?" Mason scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in disdain. "With the way President Quinn stormed out of here earlier and the state you’re in right now, it’s hard not to read into it!

"Clara, to outsiders, President Quinn is the quintessential Mr. Perfect—tall, rich, and handsome. People probably think you hit the jackpot by marrying him.

"But what’s the point of being tall, rich, and handsome if he doesn’t know how to cherish or care for a great woman like you? He just acts all high and mighty while bullying you all day. If you ask me, he’s definitely not the right man for you."