The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1484

She couldn’t pull back in time. Her arm was already swinging down, so all she could do was twist her wrist and hope for the best.

The heavy candlestick slammed right into Kenneth’s shoulder.

There was a solid thud, followed by a muffled groan that made Emily’s heart leap into her throat.

“Kenneth!”

Emily’s face went paper white. The prop slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. She rushed over just in time to catch him as he staggered. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you move?”

“I got nervous, I guess. Forgot to move out of the way.”

Kenneth didn’t resist—he just let himself lean into her. His chin rested on her shoulder, and his voice dropped to a gentle whisper. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Kenneth, are you alright?”

The director and a bunch of crew hurried over, looking panicked. “Call the doctor!” he barked.

There were a lot of fight scenes in this production, so they actually had a doctor on standby for situations like this.

“Can you walk?” Emily asked, concern etched all over her face. She’d swung pretty hard for the sake of realism, and she’d hit him right on the shoulder. With injuries there, you never knew if it was something small or really serious.

“Not so much,” Kenneth said, giving her a crooked, forced smile, trying to play up how weak he felt.

“Emily, let me help you.”

Jarrod stepped up fast, reaching to support Kenneth’s other side.

“Okay, tha—”

But Kenneth cut her off, his voice low and a little grumpy. “I’m injured. Someone shouldn’t move me unless they know what they’re doing. You could make it worse.”

“Jarrod, hang on. Don’t help him just yet,” Emily said quietly, her worry making her miss the little smirk Kenneth tried to hide. “Be careful. I’ll help you.”

Kenneth hummed in agreement.

Still, it didn’t matter now. They would just have to push Kenneth’s scenes back until he healed. Luckily, most of his parts were already done, so it wouldn’t throw off the schedule.

When the doctor left, the director and other crew also made themselves scarce. Now it was just the two of them, alone in the big dressing room.

Emily frowned, pouring warm water into a glass. She brought over some painkillers and held them up to Kenneth’s lips. “Here. Take these, for the pain.”

The doctor had warned her that, even with no fractures, the pain would be no joke.

Kenneth obediently opened his mouth and took the pills, but his dark eyes never left Emily’s face. “You shouldn’t blame yourself,” he murmured, voice rough around the edges. “It’s not your fault.”

Emily’s cheeks were flushed, eyes red and guilty. She sounded close to tears. “I’m just relieved it’s not serious. I thought… if something had happened to your arm…”

If he hadn’t been lucky, Kenneth might never play again.

Kenneth tipped closer, closing the space between them. His smile was wry and gentle as he brushed his thumb over the tip of her red nose. “If my arm really got ruined… would you still let me chase after you?”