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After Benton’s public image was restored, his team noticed the benefits and actively proposed to the director to create a fake relationship with Moira to boost the show’s popularity.
Paul initially had the same idea, so he agreed to the plan.
From then on, whenever Moira and Benton were out in public, Benton would help her carry heavy items, haggle with her, hand her water and tissues, and even wipe the table for her during meals on camera.
Moira found it irritating, but since it was part of the show’s arrangements, she had no choice but to go along
Every day. X. was filled with short videos and photos of the two interacting.
The “Shirt Couple” was constantly a trending topic
One evening. Moira complained to Zea, who sent her a voice message, saying. “If your husband sees this, won’t he get jealous?”
Moira’s assistant was out grabbing a late–night snack, so she replied with a voice message instead of typing “I don’t think so. It’s just for the show, nothing real”
Zea disagreed and said. “But even if it’s just for show, Benton is a big star. Besides, he’s young and handsome. Your husband would definitely mind!“
Moira wanted to reply that she and Virgil had rushed into marriage without any real feelings between them, and there was no reason he would be jealous
But before she could say anything, her phone rang.
Seeing Virgil’s name on the screen, her hear raced as she pressed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear. Before she could speak, his voice came through. “Have you had dinner!”
Suppressing her inexplicable nervousness, Moira replied softly,
She had a light dinner of packaged mac and cheese and a bread roll. It wasn’t very filling, but it was enough.
There was a brief silence on the other end before Virgil spoke again. “I haven’t eaten yet:
His voice was low and magnetic, almost as if whispering into her ear.
Even through the phone, Moira couldn’t help but think back to that night, his voice and breath brushing against her skin, carrying an ambiguous beat Her cheeks grew warm as she realized he might be hinting at having dinner together.
When she didn’t respond, Virgil e clunged his tune and asked, “Are you feeling better?”
Moura did not understand why he suddenly shifted the topic.
She thought in confusion, Am I feeling better? I’m always in good health, and I’ve never been ill. Why is he asking that?‘
Just as Maira was about to say she was fine, she suddenly remembered the two boxes of medicine he had bought for her.
One is for my head, but the other. It can’t be what I’m thinking, can it?‘ pondered Moira,
It was hard for her to imagine that a serious and composed man like Virgil would pay attention to something like that.
“pull not better?” Virgil asked again.
Mosra felt the phone heating up in her hand as she stammered, “No….. I….. I’m fine now”
irgil chuckled softly at her response, sounding pleased. “Then come downstairs and have dinner with me?
es right now?” replied Vindt.
Für sowne trason, Moira felt that Virgil wasn’t just talking about having dinner.
When she remained ulent, the nun addedd Low voice, “Moira, we’re married”
They hadnt shared a bed unor that night
Moira didn’t mind bring intimate with Virgil. He had good hygiene and was grille and thoughtful. He
le even bought her medicine. Living with hum
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hadn’t been uncomfortable at all.
And knowing that the man from that night way him had left her feeling a mix of shyness and joy.
Still, Moura said, “V
ud, “We’re not allowed to go home during shooting”
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