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Chapter 469: Chaotic Dreams

Chapter 469: Chaotic Dream

Tracy was silent for a while because of her answer, but finally chose to give in. "Eve is indeed a character with a lot of room for development. In fact, I can completely understand your idea."

"But you look very bad now—Bertha said you haven't been sleeping very well lately, haven't you?"

Bertha...Su Lingxi had no doubt about the new assistant's loyalty to Tracy. She would probably be happy to report her 24-hour life trajectory to Tracy one by one - as long as she asked.

"It's not that exaggerated, Tracy. It's just a small problem caused by insufficient carbohydrate intake." Su Lingxi smiled and said lightly, "I will find a way to coordinate this problem. Don't worry too much."

She did not mention at all that she had been having chaotic dreams for half a month, which was the main reason why she woke up early every day. In order to maintain self-control and not be moody and talking nonsense on the set, Su Lingxi would try her best to control her emotions during the daytime breaks in filming, but when she fell asleep, her clarity and restraint were gone, and all kinds of bizarre dreams would play out in her mind every night. Most of the things she dreamed about had nothing to do with her, and even made people feel inexplicable.

Although they were not nightmares or strange dreams, the impact of excessive dreaming on sleep quality was visible to the naked eye. This also caused her to feel light-headed and unsteady when she went to the set every day.

If it weren't for the [Calming Water] that she bought from the system mall for 5000 points, she would probably have fallen ill within a week.

But as Tracy's agent, she might be powerless to solve this kind of problem caused by psychological reasons. If she told Tracy the truth, based on her personality, she would only suggest that she seek help from a psychologist as soon as possible. And this is exactly the approach that Su Lingxi least wants to take.

In that case, there was no need for her to tell the truth and make her worry more - after all, Tracy was busy enough following up on the "Enlightened" project during this period.

"I can't help but worry about your current condition." Tracy sighed, walked over to sit across from her, and asked tentatively: "If you need it, I know a professional psychotherapist. Her clinic is in Los Angeles. You..."

"I don't think my sleep problem is serious enough for me to seek help from the outside world." Su Lingxi frowned and quickly retorted: "Besides, no one can guarantee whether this psychotherapist is truly trustworthy, right?"

"Her clinic has received many celebrity clients and has never leaked any information to the media. Daniel has also been there several times and the results were very significant."

"Yes, maybe she is indeed a trustworthy psychotherapist, but I don't need any external intervention at the moment." Su Lingxi rubbed his temple and his tone became impatient.

For a moment, she almost couldn't control herself and wanted to lose her temper.

However, before she could say those words, she reacted in time and shut her mouth tightly: To be honest, she was almost scared by her own excessive anger - in the past, no matter how strong she was, she would never lose her temper with the staff around her. Most of the time, she was very patient and rarely lost her temper like she did today.

It seems that this should be another sequelae brought to her by being too immersed in the play...

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"Action!"

With a shout, the entire set fell silent.

Greta's admiring and encouraging gaze was as if it had substance, easily defeating the psychological defenses that Su Lingxi had built in advance: This is a film set, and as an actor, immersing herself in the role and putting herself into the role's psychology is what she should do -

Just like a novice swimmer being pushed into the pool by her coach, after a brief panic, she suddenly found the joy in it.

Gerald Tarleton was standing at the dining table not far away pouring wine, and she knew exactly what action she should take and what lines she should say next - yes, she knew she was acting, but that didn't stop her from being so absorbed in Eve's emotions.

Just think about it, she is now wearing the most beautiful dress in her closet and is about to meet a man who may become her ex-husband. Of course, she knows that he will be fascinated by her tonight - after all, this is exactly why she chose to come for the date late at night.

"New dress? Very beautiful." Paul White shook the wine glass, and the scarlet wine reflected a dazzling diamond-like light under the crystal chandelier.

He was still wearing the same three-piece suit that he had worn for years. His slightly raised chin made him look arrogant, but his hands were moving in a gentlemanly manner.

"Do you like it?" Eve ignored his arrogance, lifted her skirt, and turned lightly on tiptoe like a ballerina.

"Not bad, crimson suits you very well." His voice dropped.

Eve raised her eyebrows proudly.

She was very familiar with the emotions flashing in his eyes - those brown eyes were filled with admiration, desire, longing, and disdain - just like those men in the nightclub, they were fascinated by her and excited about her, but this fascination was faintly accompanied by a sense of contempt.

They thought she didn't understand, but in fact she understood everything, but she just didn't bother to point it out to them.

After all, they were just toys for her to do whatever she wanted - who would care about a toy's thoughts?

She just had to find a way to conquer him.

So, she smiled and pretended to be pleased with his straightforward compliment, "Thank you, I think my fashion sense is pretty good."

As she spoke, she turned around again with light steps, opened her arms, and fell back on the sofa like a bird - oh, she really liked this unknown feeling of weightlessness, even if it was only for a brief moment, it made her feel the taste of freedom.

Freedom, what a wonderful word!

At the same time, her playful expression obviously pleased the silly husband. He stopped sulking and instead showed a subtle smile. "Do you want me to think you are someone else?"

"What other person?"

"You know what I mean."

"Are you saying that you can't even recognize your own wife?" She picked up the bottle, took a sip of wine, and laughed indulgently, her posture was chic and bold.

The man ignored her deliberate provocation, slowly stood up, walked to the sofa and looked down at her condescendingly, "Very good, you seem to be a lot smarter now than before."

He leaned over and wanted to kiss her, but was pushed away.

"Oh my God, you are much more anxious than I thought." Eve jumped off the sofa quickly and moved a few steps away. "I will report you to your wife."

As she said this, her eyes were filled with gloating and her smile was proud and bright.

It was a very lethal smile, at least to Eve White's husband.