Chapter 18

Zoey woke up in the middle of the night with a headache so bad it felt like her head was going to explode.

She stumbled out of bed, took some painkillers, and flopped back down.

The next morning, her phone's urgent ringing yanked her out of sleep.

She fumbled for her phone, eyes still closed, and hit the answer button. "Hello, who is this?"

"Aurora, do you have any sense of responsibility? It's already nine o'clock, why aren't you at the set yet?"

The director's angry voice blasted through the phone.

Zoey finally opened her eyes, but they were cold and indifferent. "Didn't I say I wasn't coming to the set anymore?"

On the other end, Natalie was sitting next to the director. Hearing Zoey's words, she immediately signaled that Zoey had to be brought to the set no matter what.

The director softened his tone. "Even if you don't want to stay, you should at least hand over your work, right? And we need to discuss the breach of contract, don't we?"

He thought if he could just get Zoey to come over and then be nice to her, she might stay.

Zoey figured it was best to get this over with quickly to avoid future hassles, so she agreed.

Claire drove her to the set, full of concern. "I think we should go to the hospital first."

Zoey shook her head. "No need, let's settle this first."

"Ms. Cavendish, you're finally here. We've all been waiting for you to start work." Natalie greeted Zoey with a fake smile, acting like Zoey was suddenly important again.

Zoey, feeling lousy from the fever, ignored Natalie and was about to find the director when she heard a familiar voice at the door.

John's voice rang out, and everyone turned to see a tall, handsome man standing next to him.

Henry was dressed in a black suit, his perfect physique like a top model's. His god-like features instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

"Oh my God, that's Mr. Windsor. He's so handsome. Natalie is so lucky."

"If Mr. Windsor joined the entertainment industry, he'd be the ultimate superstar."

"How can there be such a handsome man in this world!"

Natalie's face lit up with pride. She adjusted her clothes to show off more of her ample bosom and swayed her hips as she walked over to Henry.

"Mr. Windsor, thank you for taking the time to visit me on set."

Henry frowned, and John immediately stepped forward to stop Natalie. "Miss Davis, Mr. Windsor doesn't like people getting too close to him."

Natalie's flirty smile froze, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

The crew was puzzled, thinking, 'Why would Mr. Windsor dislike Natalie getting close to him if he was pursuing her?'

Henry didn't care about the others' stares. His cold eyes scanned the set and quickly locked onto Zoey in the distance.

Why was she wearing such a thick coat? Her face looked a bit red.

"Zoey, you really shouldn't push yourself. Forget about the director and the set. I'll drive you to the hospital for a fever shot," Claire said, supporting Zoey. She wasn't in the mood to admire the handsome man as usual, only worried about her friend.

Zoey shook her head. "It's okay, I know my body. I'll just take some fever medicine later."

Zoey's body swayed unsteadily, then a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She was lifted into a warm embrace before she could react.

Zoey finally saw that it was Henry. He lowered his head, touching her forehead with his, his thin lips forming a straight line, his deep voice carrying a hint of reproach. "Why did you come to the set with a fever? Are you out of your mind?"

Then, to everyone's shock, Henry carried Zoey out of the set.

"What's going on? Was Mr. Windsor here for Ms. Cavendish?"

"How shameless of Natalie to mislead us. I hope I didn't offend Ms. Cavendish."

"I think the director should be the most worried. If Ms. Cavendish complains to Mr. Windsor, will he withdraw his investment?"

Claire stayed behind, watching the director's fearful and regretful face and Natalie's angry, jealous glare at the door. She couldn't help but smile.

Of course, her best friend Zoey was more charming than Natalie.

Henry placed Zoey in the car, letting her sit on his lap, and instructed the driver, "Drive to the nearest hospital."

Zoey pushed him. "I don't want to go to the hospital. Let me down."

"Don't move." Henry's voice was hoarse. Zoey's movements on his lap were arousing him.

Zoey also noticed Henry's reaction, and her face turned red, even her ears blushing.

Although she stopped moving, she still pushed Henry. "I have important matters to handle. I'm not going to the hospital."

Henry held her tightly. "It's just work on the set. What difference does it make if you're late? If you feel bad about it, I'll talk to the director."

"I'm not planning to stay on the set. I'm here to discuss terminating my contract."

Henry was stunned. "Terminating your contract? Why?"

Zoey couldn't help but glare at him. "Because of you! The woman you're pursuing doesn't like me and teamed up with the crew to target me. I'm not going to stay and suffer."

Henry was confused. "What woman am I pursuing?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Zoey thought he could be an actor.

She was so angry that her chest hurt and pushed him away forcefully. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

She opened the car door and ran out.

Henry watched her leave, his thin lips forming a cold, hard line.

"Ms. Cavendish, you're back so soon. If you're not feeling well, don't push yourself. Go to the hospital for a shot and then go home to rest. That way, you'll recover faster."

Seeing Zoey return, the director as well as the entire crew immediately put on a big, flattering smile.

Natalie, who had been the center of attention, was suddenly ignored. She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth in anger.