Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

The Snowstock truly lived up to its name.

The snow had fallen all night, and the next day, it continued to blanket everything in thick layers.

Despite constant efforts to clear it, a substantial amount still covered the ground.

Susan and Theresa woke up to this wintry landscape, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Looks like you won’t be able to make it to Ben’s place, Susan,” Theresa remarked as she checked her phone. “The snow is so heavy that all flights and cars have been grounded.”

“I know,” Susan responded, having already checked the situation herself. Although slightly disappointed, she felt reassured knowing that she and Ben were only a two–hour drive apart.

“Once the snow stops, I’ll be able to see Ben right away.”

Holding onto this hope made the wait more bearable.

“We’ll probably have to stay in the hotel all day with this weather, Theresa said, stretching languidly.

But just as she spoke, her phone screen lit up.

She glanced at it, and her expression changed immediately.

It was a message from the film crew’s group chat.

Mr. Witt, [The weather is so good today, everyone gathers up, we’re starting filming immediately.]

The crew members‘ reaction in the chat was a series of question marks.

“Good weather?” they wondered.

At this moment, looking at the heavy snow, Mr. Witt was ecstatic.

For him, the heavy snow was a blessing, a perfect recreation of a particular scene from the script.

As for the difficulties of filming in such conditions, he didn’t care.

Mr. Witt, focused solely on the end result, wanted a perfect portrayal, regardless of the challenges.

Despite everyone’s reluctance to venture out into the heavy snow, once he gave the order, Theresa had no choice but to prepare for the studio.

“You should stay in the hotel, Susan. This snow is too much.” Theresa advised.

Susan smiled. “Let’s go together. I’m curious to see what kind of scenes Mr. Witt can capture in this weather.”

“Alright then.” Theresa agreed, but not without a word of caution. “Just watch from the side and be careful not to get snowed on. Otherwise, your husband Ben would have my head.”

‘Don’t worry, I’m not a child,” Susan replied with a light laugh.

“But Mr. Landor doesn’t think so,” Theresa muttered under her breath.

Susan coughed lightly, pretending not to hear.

Half an hour later.

Braving the intense snowfall, the entire crew reached the studio.

Despite umbrellas, everyone’s shoulders were covered in snowflakes.

Mr. Witt was even more extreme.

He didn’t use an umbrella and became a snowman by the time he arrived.

Yet, he was exceptionally energetic.

Seeing everyone gathered, a satisfied glint appeared in his eyes.

He announced loudly, “With this divine snowfall, let’s shoot Scene 25 today. Alice, Levi, you have half an hour to get ready. We’ll start a trial shoot in thirty minutes..

Mr. Witt was fully immersed in the film, referring to the actors by their characters‘ names..

Half an hour?

Not to mention Theresa, even the seasoned actor playing Levi felt a bit panicked.

The two of them exchanged a glance and hurriedly huddled together to study the script about Scene 25.

Susan flipped through the script, gaining an understanding of the scene’s content, and couldn’t help but feel excited.

No wonder Mr. Witt was so enthusiastic.

With this divine snow, the effect of this scene would surely be enhanced.

To focus more on the script, Theresa turned off her phone and set it aside.

On the other side.

Thomas stood at the hotel entrance, his calls unanswered after ten attempts

His expression darkened

This Theresa, suddenly going off the grid was one thing, but daring to ignore his calls when he had come all this way to confront her?

He had intentionally stood in the snow, planning to appear pitiful.

But with Theresa not even picking up the phone, how could his plan proceed?

Thinking back, why was he even playing pitiful?

Thomas felt a headache coming of

Ever since Theresa declared her four month disappearance, he felt like he had become a lunatic

He had painstakingly traced her whereabouts, rushed over by plane overnight, and now, inexplicably, stood in the

snow feigning misery

He seriously wondered if his brain had malfunctioned

In this weather, everyone else stayed indoors, avoiding the cold

Inside the hotel, a man hurriedly bustled out, carrying two large boxes

He took a few steps outside, then hesitated and walked back in.

Spotting Thomas, who had become a snowman, he quickly retreated.

“Hey you’re with our film crew right? Why stand here like a statue? Come with me”

The film crew?” Thomas was momentarily stunned.

“Who else would be crazy enough to go out in this weather if not our crew? What are you doing, planning a strike by standing here?”

“I’m not. Thomas started to explain

But the man interrupted “Good, then help me with these boxes, dumping a large box into Thomas’s hands without waiting for a reply

Thomas, slightly bewildered, was about to say something when the man continued, “Enough with the complaints. Even Susan, Mrs Landor, is heading to the set Can’t we men be as tough as a woman?”

“Susan?” Thomas paused, then it dawned on him, “Is the crew for Love in Bitter Winter?”

He vaguely remembered Susan investing a large sum in ‘Love in Bitter Winter‘.

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If Susan was here, then it was likely that this was the crew for that film.

“What else could it be?” The man urged, “Hurry up, let’s go.”

Motivated, Thomas silently followed, carrying the box.

It seemed Susan and Theresa were together.

If Susan was on set, Theresa was probably there too, perhaps just tagging along for the excitement.

Braving the heavy snow, Thomas finally reached the filming studio.

Inside the warm studio, Thomas’s glasses quickly fogged up from the melting snow, blurring his vision.

But he didn’t bother to clean them.

He scanned the area rapidly, hoping to spot Theresa.

Suddenly, he thought he saw a figure resembling her.

Thomas smiled faintly and strode over, patting the person’s shoulder firmly. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Theresa, who was getting her makeup done while studying the script, jumped in surprise and turned around.

Despite his snow–covered appearance, she recognized him instantly.

She was shocked.

How did Thomas find this place?

Was she hallucinating? >

Theresa froze, not saying a word.

Thomas, meanwhile, removed his glasses and squinted for a better look.

Even with his poor eyesight, he realized the woman in front of him was definitely not Theresa.

After wiping his glasses and putting them back on, his vision cleared.

Seeing the woman in front of him, who was dressed to look haggard yet still radiated an underlying glamour, Thomas felt embarrassed.

He had mistaken someone else for Theresa.

“Sorry, I got the wrong person,” Thomas apologized awkwardly and walked away, leaving Theresa bewildered.