When Eric called everyone together to prepare for filming again, the atmosphere between the two people on the bench was noticeably different.
The invisible barrier was gone, and the two were exchanging soft words, their postures completely relaxed.
"Alright, let's do that again! Starting from when Landon slides onto the bench!" Eric picked up the walkie-talkie, full of anticipation.
The lights were in position, and the camera began to run silently.
Catherine took a small bite of the chocolate, closed her eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
At that moment, Landon naturally slid into the frame from outside, his face showing a hint of confusion. His palm instinctively braced against the bench, stopping right beside Catherine.
Landon raised his head, his gaze falling on Catherine's profile and the brown chocolate in her hand, attracted by both the beauty before him and the chocolate.
At the same time, Catherine turned her head.
Her gaze first landed on Landon's awkward face, then moved to the hand he was bracing on the seat, and finally, naturally returned to the chocolate in her own hand.
She blinked, and then that captivating smile blossomed at the corner of her lips. Curiosity and a hint of playfulness welled up in her green eyes as she looked into Landon's eyes and softly asked, "Is it really... that smooth?"
The air seemed to freeze for a second.
The camera perfectly captured the brief exchange of glances between the two, and the mutual attraction flowing between them.
"Cut!" Eric's excited voice rang out through the speaker.
"Perfect! That's the feeling! Fantastic! We'll keep that take!" A wave of lighthearted, good-natured laughter swept across the set.
Catherine and Landon exchanged a glance and smiled too.
Sure enough, the subsequent filming went exceptionally smoothly.
When they did the scene again, the feeling between the two once again satisfied Eric greatly.
"Cut!" When Eric's voice rang out, that shot was finished.
The rest of the time was spent taking promotional photos for the advertisement, and the day's shoot quickly wrapped up.
When filming ended, Director Eric walked over, clapped Landon hard on the shoulder, and offered Catherine Zeta-Jones a smile: "Perfect! Both of you were impeccable today!"
After a few pleasantries, he tactfully left the final space for the two leads.
Landon looked at Catherine standing before him. She had already changed back into her casual clothes—a well-tailored beige trench coat that made her figure appear even more statuesque.
Recalling the kiss he had initiated beside the bench a few hours earlier, Landon now felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
He steeled himself, preparing to escort her to her private van.
The two walked side-by-side toward the luxurious private van, their pace unhurried.
Catherine didn't speak, only occasionally glancing at him sideways with an inscrutable look, which made Landon feel even more uncertain.
They finally reached the car door.
The driver had already gotten out and was waiting, respectfully opening the door.
Catherine stepped into the vehicle, turned around, and looked at Landon with a meaningful gaze.
Her assistant and two bodyguards were already seated in the back row of the car.
"Well... it was a pleasure working with you today, Catherine." Landon said.
Catherine did not respond immediately, merely looking at him with her captivating eyes, finally letting her gaze rest on his lips.
Landon ran his left hand through the hair on the back of his head, thinking it would be better to exchange contact information.
Just as he was about to speak, Catherine pulled his tie, and Landon was involuntarily yanked into the car, tumbling into a soft, fragrant embrace.
"Bang!" The door was neatly shut behind him by the driver.
The car started smoothly and glided away slowly.
Outside the set, Landon's assistant, Zoe, stood dumbfounded, still clutching Landon's car keys.
Zoe was speechless and silently rolled her eyes. Her scumbag boss had been hijacked by a superstar.
She could only pray for Landon in her heart, hoping he would return in one piece.
However, when she saw one of Catherine's younger assistants also left outside the set, watching the departing van, Zoe felt instantly much more balanced.
At least she still had the car keys and could drive back.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was completely different.
Landon scrambled awkwardly, trying to push himself out of Catherine's embrace and sit in the empty seat next to her, his cheeks burning.
The bodyguards in the back and the assistant who had previously complimented him as "so handsome" were now all looking out the window, as if everything happening inside the car had nothing to do with them.
"Where do you want to go?" Catherine's voice sounded in his ear, carrying a slightly husky laugh, yet her arm remained wrapped around him, with no intention of letting go.
Before Landon could answer, Catherine leaned in again. This time, she proactively sealed his lips with hers.
As if she were thoroughly reclaiming the initiative he had "stolen" from her on the set.
After his initial astonishment, Landon was ignited by the bold move and the passion between their lips, and he began to respond.
The car interior was private, and the hum of the engine became the perfect background noise.
The private van drove straight toward the luxury hotel where Catherine was staying in Beverly Hills.
The car entered the underground garage directly via a special passage and stopped in front of the private elevator leading straight to the Presidential Suite.
Catherine pulled Landon out of the car. Her assistant and bodyguards nodded to her from inside the vehicle but did not follow.
The elevator ascended swiftly and silently.
In the confined space, it was just the two of them.
Catherine leaned against the smooth elevator wall, watching Landon, who stood opposite her, still looking slightly dazed, a joyful smile on her face.
Landon felt everything was developing too quickly, but the adrenaline surging through him and the fire she had ignited made him unable to think further.
With a "ding," the elevator reached the top floor.
The apartment door closed behind them, and the sound of the lock clicking was like a signal: the last shred of reserve instantly vanished.
Catherine turned around, casually tossed her trench coat onto the sofa, and walked toward Landon step by step.
Her gaze was scorching, filled with undisguised desire.
When Landon awkwardly took off his jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, Catherine's gaze fell upon his collarbone and chest. Her eyes visibly brightened, and she didn't hesitate to exclaim in admiration: "Wow..."
This exclamation was like a fuse.
Catherine became exceptionally proactive, her fingertips tracing the fabric of his shirt.
She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom.
As time passed, after the initial passivity and surprise, Landon gradually regained control.
He was no longer merely the recipient or the follower.
He began to respond to her provocation, reclaiming the dominance, answering her with hotter kisses and firmer embraces.
The main light in the bedroom was off. Only the floor lamp in the corner and the city neon lights diffusing in from outside the window outlined their hazy, undulating silhouettes.
Clothes lay scattered on the carpet, interwoven with whispers and gasps.
Catherine's initially proactive stance slowly melted away under Landon's increasingly intense offense, turning into immersed enjoyment and occasional, uncontrolled moans.
Finally, as the intense waves gradually subsided, Catherine looked as if all her strength had been drained away. She lay limply on the messy silk sheets, her long hair damp with sweat clinging to her cheeks.
Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling slightly, her face bearing the lazy flush of extreme satisfaction, as if she had just fallen from a walk in the clouds of ultimate pleasure.
Landon lay beside her, steadying his breath and gazing at the patterns on the ceiling, once again feeling the wonder of Hollywood.
Physical exhaustion intertwined with mental euphoria, and the dazzling Hollywood goddess beside him was now sleeping next to him.
The night was deep, and only the sound of their evenly interwoven breathing remained in the suite.