My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 127

It only took Eliza five minutes to go through the script. The plot was simple but difficult. The most important thing was to show the resistance of a person being pressed on the bed, helpless and desperate.

They were all emotional scenes and hard to play. But if she could put on a good show, the effect would turn out well. Eliza took a deep breath. After reading the script a few times, she brought herself into the role.

camera had been turned on in the distance. Eliza had completely settled into her role. Several medical staff pressed her down on the bed. “Let’s give her some sedatives.” “Let me go!” “I’m not crazy!

on the hospital bed in the distance. “So, Eliza’s medical record must be fake.” Noah slapped his forehead. “That’s right!” “If madam was really crazy back then, why did these people leave?” All the people who were related had left. They were trying to hide it but they exposed themselves in the end! Beau’s brows twitched slightly. “It was her father who sent her to the hospital, right?” “That’s right!” Noah nodded. “We are already investigating Luca’s whereabouts, but…” They could not find him. He last appeared at the airport of Krine, and he took a plane from Krine to a small country in Puskia. But since he got off the

and more interesting. “Eliza!” “Eliza Lawson!” Suddenly, the shocked voice of the director on the set brought Beau back to reality. The shooting site was in a mess. Eliza was surrounded by a group

out and grabbed Beau’s arm. “Don’t go over there!” “She might be too immersed in the role. She’s dangerous now!” Beau brushed off Mr. Long’s hand and said, “It’s all right.” After that, he walked slowly toward her. On the hospital bed, Eliza buried her head tightly between her knees, her hands desperately clutching her hair as she pounded her head. “It hurts!” “Eliza.” Beau took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the

down on Beau, everyone present was stunned. Noah and Mr. Long subconsciously rushed over. The intense pain made Beau frown slightly. “Don’t come any closer!” He coldly said these before gently turning his head. He used his other hand to gently caress Eliza’s head. “Where does it hurt?” Eliza paused. He continued, “Is it because you think of something that gives you a headache?” “Eliza.” “It’s my fault. I just thought that repeating what happened in the past might help you restore  your memory. I didn’t expect you to have such a bad time recovering it.” His voice was low and gentle, and like