The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy - C.472 - 415: What Kind of Person?

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Chapter 472: Chapter 415: What Kind of Person?

In early May, Daisy Zaneā€™s movie wrapped up.

Kevin Clark went to the set to pick her up. He brought a wrapping gift and, this time, without changing the type of flowers, he took a bouquet of roses with him again.

Before, Kevin Clark would send different flowers for the end of every event or when her TV series wrapped up.

However, since giving her a bouquet of roses after the last variety show, Kevin felt that she liked roses, so he continued to give roses thereafter.

Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane went straight back to Clark Manor from the set.

Mainly because Daisy Zane wanted to go back and see Charles Amos.

Ever since she joined the crew again, she hadnā€™t seen Charles Amos.

The lotus leaves in Clark Manorā€™s lotus pond were gradually unfolding.

Moreover, Kevin left a piece of land on the north side of his courtyard and planted nearly ten acres of roses.

Now Clark Manor looked more like a multielement scenic spot.

That evening, after Charles Amos went to sleep, Daisy Zane opened two bottles of wine.

Kevin knew she had something on her mind, so he didnā€™t stop her and accompanied her in drinking.

However, Kevinā€™s alcohol tolerance was really limited. After less than three glasses, he was already slightly intoxicated.

The two of them were drinking wine on an Arhat bed in the side hall.

The wine was placed on the small tea table in the middle.

Behind them, there was only a dim, yellow lotus lamp casting light. Centered on the lotus lamp, the dim yellow light spread out into the darkness.

The dim light gave a sense of peace in that little corner of the world.

Kevinā€™s consciousness became blurred, so he leaned on the back of the bed, watching Daisy Zane.

Her narrow, elongated eyes were tinged with red, soaked in drunkenness, yet filled with endless tenderness.

He watched Daisy Zane take a sip of wine and then said, ā€œLittle Girl, Iā€™m always by your side, and you can do whatever you want.ā€

Daisy Zane looked at him.

Kevin understood the meaning in her eyes, and his thin, dark red lips turned up a bit, ā€œIā€™m not the strongest support.ā€

When it comes to pharmaceutical formulation research, Kevin has to admit that he is not as good as Daisy Zane.

Some things do indeed rely on talent.

Daisy Zane doesnā€™t think Kevin is incompetent, nor does she think the entire Research Institute is incompetent, only she can do it.

She just feels that with one more person and one more effort, the chances of success will be greater.

As of now, the matters of the Research Institute and Project 319 are more urgent than anything else.

This concerns human lives.

She has to choose.

The true wish of Daisy Zane and all she could accomplish, can go only this far.

As for whether the movie can win an award, everything is uncertain.

On the other hand, her connection with the real Daisy Zane has been severed once again.

ā€œItā€™s strong enough,ā€ Daisy said softly, ā€œItā€™s my own choice.ā€

Kevin poured some wine and bumped his glass against hers, ā€œLittle Girl, youā€™ve done a great job already. Some things, some identities, you can let go of.ā€

The hand holding the wine glass couldnā€™t help but tighten.

She paused, raised her brows lightly, and then drank all the wine in the glass before laughing carelessly.

With a soft laugh, there were both reluctance and resentment.

These were all she could do, but she couldnā€™t even do these well.

Kevin knew she couldnā€™t let go, so he didnā€™t try to persuade her more, just accompanied her for a while.

The two of them chatted casually, and then Daisy Zane mentioned that she was Charlotte Lane.

Butā€¦ Kevin was too drunk to react.

His voice was completely sober, still steady, but a little hoarser than usual.

However, before Daisy Zane mentioned that she was Charlotte Lane, the two of them were chatting normally.

After she said she was Charlotte Lane, Kevin did not react at all, just said, ā€œIn my eyes, Lila Campbell and Olivia Lane are indeed different. I used to hold Lila as a child, back then Olivia had not been born yet. I donā€™t have much impression of Oliviaā€™s childhood, just some memories after she grew up. None of them were very good.ā€

As he said these words, Daisy was watching him, not reacting at all.

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His voice was so clear that she thought she was the one who was drunk.

Then Kevin continued, ā€œButā€¦ Lila is just my niece, just like Lily Parker.ā€

As Kevin Clark spoke, he suddenly looked at Daisy Zane.

Although he wasnā€™t sober, he still recognized his little girl in front of him.

He looked at Daisy Zane, his voice hoarse but still seemingly lucid, ā€œShe calls me Third Uncle, and she would call you Little Auntie.ā€

Daisy Zane: She didnā€™t want to call herself Little Auntie.

She looked at Kevin Clark; besides his eyes being a bit hazy and slightly red, there was no sign of intoxication.

The two had just chatted for a while, and she hadnā€™t noticed when he had gotten drunk.

He had been struggling to stay sober and chat with her.

His head was already muddled, the conversation between the two completely relying on his own subconscious reactions and comprehension.

Thus, Third Master Clark had been able to respond smoothly to everything said earlier.

It was only later that the conversation went beyond the scope of Kevin Clarkā€™s thinking.

In his mind, the little girl had nothing to do with Charlotte Lane.

He assumed the little girl mentioned Charlotte Lane because Kevinā€™s feelings towards Charlotte and Olivia Lane were different. So when he heard the name Charlotte Lane, his subconscious began to explain.

In fact, he was already struggling to understand what Daisy Zane was saying.

ā€œI hope sheā€™s like Lily Parker, doing well wherever she is,ā€ said Kevin Clark, lowering his gaze.

Hearing this, Daisy Zaneā€™s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lily Parker was the only girl in the Clark familyā€™s entire generation of children and grandchildren.

One could imagine how much she was pampered in the Clark Family.

ā€œLittle girl,ā€ Kevin Clark hadnā€™t heard her speak for a while, so he reached out to hold her hand and gently squeezed, ā€œDonā€™t be angry.ā€

Daisy Zane lowered her eyes to look at his hand, and after a moment, she raised her eyebrows and asked, ā€œWhat kind of person is Charlotte Lane?ā€

ā€œHuh?ā€ Kevin Clarkā€™s mind was starting to struggle to keep up.

ā€œCharlotte Lane, what kind of person is she?ā€ Daisy Zane asked again.

Kevin Clark looked down at her hand, hesitated a moment, and said, ā€œSpoiled.ā€

Daisy Zaneā€™s already raised eyebrows rose even higher.

ā€œCrybaby.ā€

Daisy Zane looked at him, her other hand tapping lightly on the glass.

ā€œAttention seeker.ā€

Daisy Zaneā€™s hand tapped a little harder on the glass.

ā€œDrama queen.ā€

Daisy Zaneā€™s beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed.

Kevin Clark touched the ring on Daisy Zaneā€™s left ring finger.

It had been a long time since Daisy Zane had worn a ring, neither on set nor in the laboratory.

But when she had nothing else to do, she would wear it on her hand.

ā€œIs she pretty?ā€ Daisy Zane asked.

ā€œWhat?ā€

Daisy Zane said, ā€œCharlotte Lane.ā€

Kevin Clark didnā€™t speak.

Daisy Zane asked again, ā€œIs Charlotte Lane pretty?ā€

Kevin Clark, one hand on his forehead, suddenly said, ā€œLittle girl, Iā€™m sleepy.ā€

Daisy Zane:

ā€œLetā€™s go back and rest.ā€

If it werenā€™t for his lack of reaction to such a significant matter, Daisy Zane would have reason to suspect he was faking his drunkenness.

In fact, Kevin Clark was really starting to struggle, and he was beginning to get confused about what she was asking.

He just had a feeling that if he continued to talk about another woman, the little girl would get angry.

Daisy Zane looked at the four opened wine bottles on the table, three of which were nearly empty.

Although they had only opened two bottles, she had placed several more under the tea table.

She finished the last bit in her glass, then stood up.

She felt a little dizzy as well.

She pressed her temples, pulled Kevin Clark up, and said, ā€œLetā€™s go upstairs to sleep.ā€

Kevin Clark stood up, kissed Daisy Zaneā€™s lips, and followed her back to their room.

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