Maxwell said that he has a strange allergy to the opposite sex.

Whenever he got too close to a woman or had physical contact, he couldn’t breathe.

So, after being in the industry for so many years, Maxwell had played almost all kinds of roles.

But he just couldn’t act in romantic scenes.

He said he had been seeing a psychologist, hoping to gradually solve this problem.

But recently, his competitors in the industry had been trying to tarnish his acting skills and competing for resources.

I vaguely understood. “You asked me to act with you because...”

“That’s right. When we had close contact that day, I didn’t experience any allergic symptoms.”

Close contact?

Well, it was.

I asked again, “If that’s the case, you could just hire me to act. Why do you have to marry me?”

Maxwell rubbed his nose with his knuckles, looking a little shy.

“That’s an exchange to pay you to act. But marriage is my selfishness.”

“Selfishness?”

Maxwell nodded seriously.

“For so many years, I have never been close to a woman.”

“But after that night, it seems like I became addicted to you...”

What?

My cheeks flushed as I said, “I was drunk that day! It was purely accidental!”

But Maxwell looked aggrieved and started acting spoiled.

“It was my first time that day, and you have to take responsibility for me!”

That was also my first time!

I was just about to speak when Maxwell smirked.

“And I also saw it. On the hotel sheets, there were…”

“Stop!”

I glared at him, but couldn’t sound fierce no matter how hard I tried.

Maxwell had a triumphant expression, “Sandy Holman, try being with me, okay?”

To be honest, I hated it when men acted cute.

But Maxwell, with such a handsome face, acted cute towards me.

I couldn’t take it! I really couldn’t!

I could only reluctantly agree.

“I can try, but let me make it clear first that I want to sleep in the guest room! You, stop it…”

Maxwell suddenly pounced on me like a big dog.

“Great! I can be with you now!”

Could someone tell me why Maxwell, who shined in front of others, was such a clingy person?

A few days later.

Maxwell handed me the script.

The moment I opened the script, I wanted to take it back.

The Road to Thrones?

Wasn’t this the most anticipated Machiavellian script of the year?

It was said that the investment budget was several hundred million, and the famous director Rex Berg would be invited to direct it.

Oh my god! Was I going to act in such a big production movie?

I looked at Maxwell timidly and said, “Um, can I... not act anymore?”

Maxwell touched my head and said the most ruthless words in the most doting tone.

“No.”

I burst into tears.

Maxwell comforted me, “This role is actually not difficult to act and suits you well. With me here, you don’t have to feel pressured.”

I gritted my teeth and went over the original novel and character information repeatedly.

The Road to Thrones was a drama about political intrigue, with few scenes for female characters.

Maxwell played General Watkins, who was the male lead, while I would play Princess Sybel, General Watkins’ official wife.

The original novel and the script described Princess Sybel as expressionless.

So, I understood.

The reason why this role was most suitable for me was that it didn’t have many scenes and didn’t require much acting skills, but it happened to have emotional scenes with Maxwell.

I asked Maxwell, “Did you choose me to play this role because she has no expression and doesn’t need acting skills?”

“No.”

“Then why am I suitable?”

Maxwell looked at me, his gaze lingering on my face, as if he had carefully outlined every feature.

“Because Princess Sybel is the most beautiful woman in Yankee Kingdom.”

Damn, it seemed like he was flirting with me!

But when Maxwell said these words, he wasn’t greasy or vulgar. He showed sincerity and respect.

This made me unable to get angry.

I was just very annoyed.

After the script was finalized, Maxwell would seize any opportunity to explain the play to me.

But every time he talked about emotional scenes, I would feel dizzy and couldn’t understand what he meant at all.

Maxwell asked patiently, “Sandy, what don’t you understand?”

“I can’t figure out why General Watkins and Princess Sybel are so awkward. If they like each other, they should show their love. Why do they have to act with a straight face and be so formal?”

“It’s just a form of artistic expression, leaving room for the audience’s imagination and creating suspense.”

I pouted and said, “I can’t learn it...”

Suddenly, Maxwell laughed and said, “Because your emotional experience is relatively pure. You must grow up in a lovely family and have never been hurt.”

I was a bit unconvinced and asked, “Aren’t you the same?”

But when I looked up, I noticed a hint of disappointment in Maxwell’s eyes.

Suddenly, I seemed to have guessed something incredible.

Even someone like Maxwell, who was worshipped by everyone, must have regrets in his emotions, right?

I thought he would avoid it, but he spoke to me about his own experiences very frankly.

When Maxwell was very young, his parents divorced.

His mother raised him alone and went through a lot of hardships.

Because of the pressure of life, his mother became irritable and indifferent, and her demands on him became stricter and stricter.

Every time Maxwell wanted to get close to his mother, even if it was just a hug or a kiss, his mother would refuse.

“I always feel that there is no sense of peace and happiness in my mother, only a suffocating feeling. But I also understand her, because she is the one who was abandoned and hurt...”

As he said this, Maxwell looked out the window with a sad and lost expression.

I think his so-called ‘allergy’ was probably related to his unhappy childhood experiences.

At this moment, he was sitting beside me, like an abandoned big dog, making me unable to resist the urge to hug him.

I gently hugged him and said, “It’s okay, and everything will be fine!”

Maxwell was full of dependence on me. “Sandy, will you always be with me?”

“Yes! I will always be with you.”

Upon hearing these words, Maxwell lowered his head and kissed me.

His actions were gentle and tender, like rain drops falling into my heart.

At this moment, I felt that Maxwell was very close to me.

The cast of the drama The Road to Thrones was announced quickly.

As the male lead was played by Maxwell, the actor who portrayed Princess Sybel naturally attracted a lot of attention.

However, when it was known that I was a complete novice without any performance experience, the whole internet was in an uproar.

My experience was quickly dug out.

About a year ago, I once filled in a family information form and casually wrote ‘animal husbandry’ in the father’s occupation column.

Netizens mocked me because of this.

[Hahaha, isn’t it just raising pigs and cows in the countryside? She made it sound high-end. She knows how to noble herself!]

[Exactly! A village girl is playing a princess...]

[I strongly demand a change of actor. How can someone like this match with Maxwell in a drama?]

When I read the malicious comments section, my heart ached.

It was not because they were insulting me, but because these netizens were too naive and ignorant!

Did they still think that animal husbandry meant personally herding cows with a small whip?

I couldn’t help but sigh when I thought of my father’s production line worth billions.

Maxwell saw my depressed look and thought I was being criticized by netizens and became autistic.

He took out his phone angrily and said he would argue with netizens and speak up for me.

I quickly held him back and said, “You are the male lead of this drama, so your every word and action must be cautious!”

“They have all bullied my wife, and how can I be cautious?”

Wife?

Could you sound more natural?

I patiently persuaded him, “But you can’t out-argue them! You’re the only one, while there are many of them…”

After hearing this, Maxwell suddenly had a flicker in his eyes.

“Okay, then I’ll come up with a way to fight against them!”

After saying that, he went out to make a phone call.

Twenty minutes later.

The official account of The Road to Thrones spoke for me and strongly criticized the malicious mockery of netizens.

I asked Maxwell how he did it.

He said, “I exchanged conditions with them.”

“What conditions?”

He smiled, seeming indifferent. “I reduced my payment by half.”

I was shocked. “You’re too crazy, aren’t you?”

“As long as I can vent for you, it’s worth it!”

Seeing that I didn’t speak, Maxwell became unhappy.

“What’s wrong? I helped you with good intentions, and you don’t even say thank you?”

I didn’t pretend. I responded to him in a flattering way, “Thank you, honey!”

When I called him Honey, Maxwell’s expression immediately changed.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely and urgently.

“Can you not sleep in the guest room tonight?”

Without waiting for my answer, he picked me up horizontally and walked quickly toward the master bedroom.