Come With Me

Chapter 42 Legitimate The Third Party

I know the word "help" might still be a hypocrite in Robbie's heart.

I decided to make a concession, "Well, let's put it this way. I have no choice but to do this? Something that doesn't belong to you can't be reached even if you have tried hard. You are a rich man, but you can't do whatever you want. Moreover, something you can't get will be depressed. People like me won't dare to hope too much."

"But you are Rogelio's legal wife. No matter what happened in the past, that woman is now a third party."

I couldn't help smiling bitterly. I asked Robbie, "Do you really think so? Rogelio even doesn't know who I am, but we are here discussing legal and third person. If we have to talk about legality, our marriage is not legal at all, because it was you who accompanied me to get the marriage license."

At that moment, the air between us stopped. The cigarette in the hand of Robbie burned out a long ash.

"Let's get a divorce certificate."

"I don't want to break the law again," said Robbie, throwing the cigarette in his hand and walking away from me.

After Robbie got in the car, he left me behind, stood by the road and watched him driving away.

I can feel that Robbie is upset.

But at that time, I was too superficial to know what would make a person upset when he did not need to worry about money.

A ringing phone interrupted me. I answered it and it was Patrick of the advertising company.

"Ms. Jasmine, how is your injury? When can we carry on our shooting?"

"I'm fine now. Anytime. Please arrange the time."

"Okay. If possible, you can come tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone, exhaled a breath and looked back at the hospital behind me.

"You must be happy!"

It was a complicated world, but the most complicated one was the human's heart. Even in the face of ourselves, we would often be deceived by ourselves.

Love is a very wonderful thing. Most of the time, we couldn't tell that it was a genuine love from love, friendship, kinship, or sympathy, or habit.

I don't know if what happened yesterday has caused the peace between me and Robbie these days to nothing.

But during one day and one night, I still have no message from him.

I went to the advertising company alone. The person who welcomed me was Patrick.

He took me to an indoor studio and handed me over to a female staff.

When I came in, there were two other people. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

They were holding a bottle of wine and making various poses in front of me against the white background.

The girl asked me to be the makeup artist. She didn't ask me to change my clothes after the makeup and asked me to change my clothes after the one before me changed her clothes.

I'm just an outsider, and I don't know what to do at all. So I just see them behind them and learn their actions by heart.

After looking for a while, I had a basic idea about it.

Finally, it was my turn.

I walked onto the stage and there were so many people looking at me that I felt very uneasy to stand.

"What are you doing there? Pick up the wine."

I have to pick up the props which are placed at my feet.

"Make some random postures first."

I have never done such a thing. All I can do is to recall what others did just now. And it is not an easy thing to do what I'm learning now. I can't do many actions at all.

"What is it? Where did you find her? Are you wasting my time? Can you do it? If you can't, make the next go on."

The girl who was in charge of me ran up to the photographer and whispered something.

I didn't know what she had said to the photographer, but when she finished her words, the photographer was impatient. He picked up a paper container in his hand and pointed at me. "All right. Take up the wine and imagine that you are enjoying it."

"No, she can't do this. Come, get her a glass and try again."

"Cut! You're the boss. You can go down and have a rest. You'd better go upstairs to have a good rest. Otherwise, I may hit you later. Do you understand? Get drunk! Understand? Take out your soul to enjoy life, enjoy life, food, love, and the natural feeling of indulging yourself, the natural fragrance in the air... "

She had been nervous previously, and she was overwhelmed by the photographer's series of questions and didn't know what to do now.

I have never experienced what he said. I don't know how it would look like when I get drunk.

The girl pulled me aside and handed me a bottle of water.

"It doesn't matter. Don't be nervous. It is the first time for you to have a shoot, right? It's unavoidable. In fact, I know what the photographer wants you to show. Look at this."

The receptionist took out her phone and searched for a video.

She whispered to me, "The factory has some requirements. They're not big, but they want to make a high-quality shoot. To put it bluntly, it's an advertisement designed with imported wine. Just look at the feeling of the advertisement. If you can imitate it, you will pass the advertisement."

The girl showed me her phone.

It was an advertisement of a foreign wine which shot a great sense of shooting. And the spokesperson of the advertisement was Amy.

At that moment, I forgot the purpose of the advertisement, but my heart was filled with complex emotions.

"You can observe every expression and eye look in her face. Of course, you don't have to do that good. After all, we're not shooting a TV advertisement. It's just a few horizontal advertisements. The difficulty

is nothing more than that. Try it again, or just think about it. There's something that makes you intoxicated."

The worker patted me on the back and said, "Please try again. I'll go to see other companies. But you have to cheer up. We have to make more choices. Whether the factory can choose you or not depends on your own performance."

The staff said and went to the photographer's office to see other people's photos.

I took the phone of the staff and watched the advertisement several times.

What impressed me at that time was not Michelle's expertise in shooting, but her beauty and temperament.

She was sexy and charming, but I was an ordinary, self-abased and even rustic girl.

"Hey, are you ready? I'll give you another chance."

I gave the phone back to the staff and walked back to the stage.

I picked up the props again, but my mind was still in a mess.

As I stayed silent for a long time, the photographer finally got impatient and shouted at me, "What are you doing? Had you never enjoyed yourself in your life? Even you had not, you should know what kind of things can make you indulge herself? Imagine, can you? Now imagine that there was a big table made of gold in front of you. It's full of money. You can buy whatever you want."

The photographer's words didn't come to my ears completely, but a picture gradually appeared in front of me. In a garden filled with lavender, Rogelio stood in front of me, and his smile made me warm...