When Terence pulled Jean out of the dressing room, she tried hard to get away from his grip. However, he kept his hand firmly on her arm.

"Terence, let go of me. You're really hurting me now," Jean said, frowning.

Holding her arm tightly, Terence pulled Jean to a place where there was no one around.

"Tell me, what happened?" Terence asked coldly. It was impossible for Julia to make fun of such a serious matter. He knew that it was certainly not a joke.

"What? I don't know what you are talking about," she answered with a frown.

Without saying a word, Terence forcefully pinned Jean against the wall. She was a little terrified when she saw the expression on his face.

She struggled against him and pleaded, "Terence, don't do this. You're scaring me..."

"I'm not kidding, Jean. You'd better tell me whether what Julia

..." Although Jean was very upset, there was nothing she could do.

She knew that no matter what she said at that time, Terence would not listen to her.

She had to find a way to make Terence trust her again.

During the shooting in the afternoon, it suddenly began to rain. Julia and Terence stood close to each other as they waited for the rain to pass.

"You aren't at fault for what happened today," he told her softly.

"Oh really?" Julia smiled. "What? After you're done coaxing your fiancee, you are trying to comfort me now, aren't you? Terence, when did you become such a two-timer?"

"You..." Even though Terence was furious, he held back his anger. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you without asking you first. Julia, I..."

Frowning slightly, Julia said to Terence, "Stop! We'd better focus on our work."