Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1015

When Joy was about to get changed in the changing room after the shoot was done, she ran into Sugar.

Sugar gave a judgmental stare at her before coldly exclaiming with a scoff, "Don't think for a second that just because you have the looks, you'll be able to seduce the director and gain favor from him. No matter how much the director likes you, the best role you’ll be able to get from him is nothing more than 'female extra five.'"

After Joy was done changing, she smiled at him and said, "Have you ever done it yourself then, Miss Sugar?"

"You… What do you mean?"

Joy picked up her bag and strode out of the changing room as she simply said, "Well, you clearly understood how everything works, Miss Sugar."

"You!" As Sugar furiously glared at Joy's back, she gritted her teeth and exclaimed, "You're nothing more than a fool. Oh, there will be crying scenes for you later!"

Not long after Joy had left the set and just as she was about to call a cab, a limited edition Bentley pulled up in front of her.

The windows were slowly rolled down as Shayne said, "Get in."

Joy even looked around her surroundings to make sure there was no one present before she got in.

Her cautious behavior displeased Shayne.

Shayne mocked her when she entered the car, "You're not even famous in the entertainment industry yet so who would even bother to take pictures of you? Do you even think that the paparazzi is aware of your existence?"

"I obviously don't care about the paparazzi taking pictures of me. However, I was only worried about them capturing pictures of you, Shayne."

She was trying to show off just how 'thoughtful' of a person she was.

Shayne raised his brows and said, "Hmph, you sure are thoughtful."

Joy replied, "Of course. It's the least that I can do and besides, I’m your woman now, Shayne. I'd obviously think about you."

Shayne felt helpless.

However, as Shayne stared at her pure-looking smiling face, her face was actually incredibly beautiful but her pretentiousness disgusted Shayne.

Shayne scoffed and said, "Oh, you actually know who I am? Here I thought you didn't know me, Miss Yanny."

Joy's heart thumped.

It seemed she had somehow offended Shayne when she acted as if she did not know him?

Joy propped up her little face and stared at him with her dark beady eyes as she said, "Weren't you pointing at me and asking the director who I was earlier, Shayne?"

Shayne was speechless.

How bold could she be to talk back at him?

She maintained an innocent expression.

She was basically hinting at him, 'Look. I was just going with the flow according to how you react to things and now you're unhappy? I’m innocent.'

The man inched closer to her as he squeezed her chin with his long and slender fingers. He behaved a little harshly as he asked, "So you feel wronged?"

Joy blinked at him as she grabbed onto the man's arm before saying, "Oh, so much so that it's beyond your comprehension. I believe you need to take me out and treat me to a really amazing meal to make it up for it."

Shayne continued to stare at her. It felt as if he was grabbing onto a ball of cotton while his rage continued to boil. However, he frustratingly had no outlet to vent his anger out.

Shayne squeezed her chin harder as he inched closer to her with his dark and menacing gaze before saying, "Do you even have a bottom line, Joy?"

Joy cracked a huge smile at Shayne as she said, "Oh, you thought me a very valuable lesson before I even met you, Shayne."

Shayne was confused.

"I have no right to talk about my bottom line without money or power."

If she had a bottom line back then, she would never have become his secret lover at the moment.

Shayne tossed her chin away as he scoffed, "You’re quite the good student. My lessons have not gone to waste."

His voice sounded cold. He still seemed quite furious.

…

After Joy was done with her shower, she was blow-drying her hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

Shayne pressed his perfectly built chest against her back.

Joy turned around and started blinking at him with a pitiful look before standing on her toes and giving him a kiss.

Shayne lowered his gaze to look at her while cracking a subtle grin.

He leaned against the sink before putting on his white shirt while beads of water could be seen at the tips of his short black hair. His face looked incredibly handsome. Although he seemed a little lazy, he emanated an intimidating and menacing aura.

Joy snuck a glance at him through the mirror. He reached out for a pack of cigarettes by the sink. He then fished out a single stick before clamping it in between his fingers and placing it at the edge of his mouth.

Just as he was about to light the cigarette, Joy suddenly said, "Shayne, could you help me blow dry my hair?"

If he was to smoke in the washroom, Joy would no doubt suffocate herself to death.

Shayne frowned as it seemed that he had never served any woman before.

Before Shayne could even reply, Joy grabbed his huge hand and shoved the hairdryer into his hand as she said, "Help me, Shayne."

Although Shayne was frowning, he still picked up the hairdryer while biting the unlit cigarette in between his lips as he spoke impatiently, "Are you addicted to flirting now?"

Joy turned around and looked at him as she said with an innocent smile, "I thought you prefer women like this, Shayne."

The man maintained his deep frown as he held onto her head with his huge hand and said, "Stop moving."

Joy obediently turned her head back and stared at the incredibly well-built man through the mirror who was biting onto a cigarette as he impatiently blew dry her long hair with a hairdryer. He was not used to doing the task so it felt difficult for him.

After he was done, he lamented, "How troublesome."

Joy thought to herself, 'Someday, I'll flirt with Shayne so hard, he'll die from it. That way, I can flirt my way to his wallet.'