Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 390 - 389

Jensen Sterling glanced over Zach Sheffield with a nonchalant look, and after a few seconds, he asked in a mild tone, "Do you have something else to say?"

Zach Sheffield quickly shook his head, "No, nothing at all." He spoke with a sincere expression.

It was especially like a student caught doing something sneaky suddenly facing their teacher.

Isn’t it true? When filming in the same crew as Jensen Sterling, Zach felt just like a student in front of him.

Even though Jensen wasn’t putting on a cold face, just being looked at by him made Zach somewhat scared.

Now he stood properly, in the standard elementary school pose.

After Jensen spoke, he stopped paying attention to him and turned slightly to Mia Sutton: "Shall we go?"

Mia Sutton lifted her gaze and stood up, "You guys are done talking?"

Jensen: "We didn’t talk about much, let’s go."

Mia: "Oh, okay." Then she picked up the two trophies beside her and left with Jensen, saying goodbye to Zach Sheffield before they left.

One dressed in black, the other in white, tall and short, slowly left, while Zach muttered, "..."

He hadn’t even taken a photo with his idol!!!

But he could only watch helplessly as his idol was taken away by Jensen Sterling, feeling so sad.

...

As the two walked, Jensen Sterling recalled the earlier scene, his eyes deepened, and the corner of his mouth slightly pressed down: "Mia, what were you and he talking about? You looked so happy."

He was talking to others, and when he turned around, Mia was no longer in the original spot.

He scanned around to find her in a corner, next to Zach Sheffield. Whatever they were talking about, her eyes were smiling like crescent moons.

Jensen had to admit, at that moment he wanted to bury the girl’s face in his arms, not letting her smile at anyone else.

Mia Sutton was just too charming that way.

Mia: "Hmm... not really much, just chatting casually. He’s too funny. He said he came here because he’s frugal. Indeed, being frugal is a common trait of us money-minded folks."

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes curved into a smile.

Jensen didn’t say anything, just lifted his eyes to glance at the girl beside him, lips lightly pressed.

......

Events like these are big social gatherings, where actors, directors, and screenwriters mingle and chat.

After all, it’s not a bad thing to get to know more people; who knows when they might work together with these people.

Mia Sutton won Best Actress, and naturally, there were many people talking to her. At that time, she was just finding a corner to quietly escape the busyness.

Now, being brought over by Jensen Sterling, lots of people came up to chat with her.

A rising star, looking good, talented in acting, everyone wanted to make a good relationship with her, even if it might just be for appearances.

Jensen watched the group of people surrounding the young girl and rubbed his fingertips heavily inside his pocket.

...

After the event ended, Ian Lee suggested that they should all go for a group dinner.

After all, having won so many awards, a group dinner is definitely necessary. So the group set off in high spirits.

But when they got to the place, they were told there were no private rooms left.

Ian Lee: "..."

Because they hadn’t planned this in advance, they hadn’t booked, and it was just bad luck that there were none left.

Seeing this, Ian turned around to discuss with them, "Since there’s no private room here, should we go to another place? What do you all think?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Just as they were about to leave, a voice called out.

"Ian!"

Ian’s raised foot paused immediately, and he looked in the direction of the voice, his mouth involuntarily twitching.

What a coincidence, it was Finn Jacobs and his group.

Finn looked at them puzzled, "You guys are leaving?"

Ian waved his hand casually, "We came late, no private rooms, planning to switch places."

Finn reacted for two seconds and then said, "No need to switch, no need. We booked a big private room. Want to join us?"

"Anyway, we don’t have a lot of people, and I can see you don’t either. Just right, we can merge together. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Ian glanced at the people in their crew, indeed there weren’t that many.

Ian: "What do you guys think?"

Jensen Sterling responded calmly: "Up to you."

Mia Sutton: "I’m good either way."

The rest of the people all nodded, indicating they were fine with it.

Seeing this, Ian gave a big wave, and the two crews merged, heading to the private room in a lively group.

After all, finding another place would be too troublesome.

Most of the two crews knew each other, and the walk to the private room was full of chatter and laughter, creating a nice atmosphere.

Except... Jensen’s gaze quickly swept over the slightly trailing Mia Sutton.

Zach Sheffield walked beside Mia, enthusiastically saying: "Ms. Sutton, I was just regretting not taking a photo with you before you left, but unexpectedly, I bumped into you again. Heaven must have heard my prayers."

Mia was also quite surprised to see Zach Sheffield: "Did you also pay to be here?"

Zach: "Pretty much."

He originally came to the film festival with Finn Jacobs’ crew, and when the event was over, he joined for the group dinner.

If he didn’t eat, it’d be a waste of the money he spent.

But who knew that with this mindset, he bumped into his idol twice in one day.

Zach was immediately happy; the unhappiness from being interrupted by Jensen earlier dissipated quite a bit.

Jensen looked at the young girl and then casually retracted his gaze.

...

Finn really wasn’t joking, the private room they booked was indeed spacious, and combining the two crews didn’t feel crowded.

Such gatherings are nothing more than eating, drinking, and being merry. Both crews gained a lot at this film festival, so they were happy and excited, soon getting into the party mood.

At the table were some drinking games, dice shaking, playing sevens, cards, and many types; whoever lost would drink. At first, everyone was a bit reserved, but after a couple of rounds, they all became energetic, like they were on stimulants.

Jensen Sterling wasn’t very enthusiastic about these games, but he didn’t want to dampen the group’s spirits, so he played along.

But somehow, after several rounds, it was Jensen who lost the most, with the bottle of wine beside him nearly empty.

In the private room, there were those effect lights, somewhat dim, making it hard for Mia to see the expression on Jensen’s face. She only grew concerned as she watched him drink.

Under the table, she quietly poked him a couple of times: "Mr. Sterling, maybe we shouldn’t play this anymore?"

Jensen’s eyes were on her, without saying a word, his hand still holding the dice. When he revealed them, and Mia looked, well... lost again.