The Heartbroken Marilyn (1/3)

Morning,

Waking from sleep, with last night's dream still faintly lingering in her mind, Marilyn smiled and stretched lazily.

After washing up and getting dressed, Marilyn prepared to head to the television station for work. Her heels clicked as she went downstairs. When she reached Jiang Hao's door, Marilyn stopped before the wooden door, quietly walked over, and listened at the entrance.

There was no movement.

She was slightly disappointed. "Maybe Jon isn't up yet."

Pushing open the apartment building's front door and stepping onto the street, Marilyn casually glanced toward the balcony. That glance, however, revealed the figure from her dream. The man was standing on the balcony, smiling at her.

"Good morning, Marilyn," Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"Mr. Hall—oh, Jon, good morning," Marilyn said, sounding slightly nervous.

"Heading to work?"

"Yes, there's another commercial at the television station today," Marilyn said.

"Remember our date tonight," Jiang Hao said.

Marilyn gave him a sweet smile. "All right. Goodbye, Jon. I need to get to work." With that, she quickened her pace and ran off, but her mind drifted to last night's kiss, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Today should be a wonderful day, Marilyn thought happily.

After taking a car to the television station, Marilyn began work. Today, she needed to film a biscuit commercial. She hurried through makeup while the staff explained the scene. Then she sat before the camera, struck her pose, and filming began.

But after several takes, the director was dissatisfied. "Marilyn, you need to show more thigh and more cleavage. Push them up. And seduction—you need to show more seduction on your face. Every man who sees you should have his blood racing, should want to devour you, tear you apart, ravish you. Understand?"

Marilyn froze for a moment. "But Director,