"I just heard him chatting with Ms. Jane. His voice is so amazing."

The young women on set gathered together, drinking their beverages, eating fruit, and chattering away.

Yvonne didn't join them, only glancing over from a distance.

Her eyes met Bennett's.

He wasn't in uniform today, dressed casually, which softened some of his sharp intensity.

Bennett raised an eyebrow, his gaze cutting through the crowd to land squarely on her. Then, he took a drink from Simon and walked straight toward Yvonne.

"Want one?" Bennett offered the drink to Yvonne.

Yvonne was so taken aback by this unexpected gesture that she froze, forgetting to reach out and take it.

The moment became awkward as people started to look over, their expressions filled with curiosity and speculation.

Seeing this, her assistant reacted quickly, stepping forward to take the drink from Bennett's hand with a smile. "Yvonne loves pineapple juice. Thank you, Mr. Thompson."

Bennett withdrew his hand, his eyes lingering on Yvonne for a moment before he said casually, "Glad you like it."

"Bennett, I've finished changing. Let's go get dinner," Yolanda said, emerging from her private dressing room. She had changed into a white dress, looking elegant and graceful.

She walked to Bennett's side, looped her arm through his, and smiled faintly.

Though she said nothing more, her intention to claim her territory was clear.

Yvonne knew better than to be obtuse. She gave a polite nod as a greeting and turned to leave.

She had only taken a dozen steps when a commotion erupted around her, followed by a scream. "Look out, the chandelier is falling!"

Before Yvonne could process what was happening, a massive shadow loomed over her.

The giant chandelier fell too fast for her to dodge. She instinctively covered her head with her hands and crouched down, trying to protect her vital organs.

With a deafening crash, the chandelier hit the ground, sending shards flying everywhere. The scene descended into chaos.

However, the pain she expected never came. A warm, solid chest had shielded her completely.

Yvonne slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was blood

pouring from Bennett's shoulder dripping onto her ornate costume, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow content

"Don't be afraid. It's over," Bennett's voice echoed in her ear-hoarse, deep, and filled with a multitude of restrained emotions.

Yvonne didn't know where Bennett was hurt, but she saw more and more blood, as

if the whole world had turned crimson.

"Bennett!" Yvonne screamed, losing control.

The set was in utter turmoil.

Mr. Thompson had been injured on their set. If anything serious happened to him, they couldn't afford the consequences even if they sold everyone in the crew.

The set's medical staff and an ambulance rushed over. Amid the panic, Bennett was taken to the hospital and wheeled into the emergency room.

No matter how anxious everyone was, all they could do was wait outside.

As Bennett's girlfriend, Yolanda was conferring with the doctors. Yvonne was pushed to the side, left to stare at the illuminated light above the emergency room doors.

Time seemed to stand still, each second stretching into an eternity After what felt like forever, the doors to the operating room opened, and a doctor emerged with a nurse.