Chapter 35: That Guy is a Devil

### Chapter 35: That Guy is a Devil

"Ah~ what are you doing?" 

Gwyneth nervously widened her eyes.

"Gwyneth, what's wrong?" 

Someone asked from outside.

"Shh~, say we're rehearsing!" 

Richard placed his thumb on her swan-like neck, his blue-black eyes glinting with a cold light.

Gwyneth shivered, "N-nothing, we're rehearsing."

"Alright, call me if you need anything!"

The person outside walked away.

"Darling, don't be afraid. I just want to finish this story. Can you be quiet?" 

Richard stared into her eyes, speaking gently.

Gwyneth nodded.

"Good girl!"

Richard touched her hair, his fingers trailing down to her cheek, lightly brushing it. "Such a beautiful face. Hehe, where were we in our story?"

"Huh?"

Gwyneth blinked, panting, "What about those bastards?"

"Oh, right. Do you know what happened to those bastards? Hehehe~ they're all dead. They died horribly. Oh, darling, don't look at me like that. I never kill anyone.

Really!

I wasn't home that day. I forgot to turn off the gas when I left. When they came to my house, someone accidentally fired a gun. Boom~ boom~ boom~"

Richard's eyes widened with excitement, gesturing wildly three times.

"Six gas cylinders exploded, my house instantly caught fire. Those guys were screaming loudly inside, 'Ah~ help! Help!' But unfortunately, hehe, no one came to save them.

They tried to jump out the window, but the wind shut it. They tried to break down the door, but the wind shut that too. They could only scream in the fire, 'Ah~ I'm burning!' That scene, hehe~ that scene was so spectacular. Hahaha~"

Richard laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face.

"."

Gwyneth was dumbfounded, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Oh, darling, what's wrong?"

Richard gently asked, holding her shoulders.

"D-did you kill them?"

"Of course not, I told you, I never kill anyone. Are you curious why I had so many gas cylinders at home?

It was a coincidence. I was very short on money at the time, working several part-time jobs. I waited tables at McDonald's, was a sparring partner at a gym, and delivered gas cylinders.

All those cylinders were full of gas. I was going to return them the next day. Those damn bastards, they died and cost me several gas cylinders. Damn it, those bastards!"

Richard gritted his teeth, cursing in a low voice.

"."

Gwyneth hugged her chest, trembling even more.

"Oh, darling, don't be afraid. It was just a coincidence. The police investigated for a few days and said it was a coincidence too. Yes, I was only fifteen that year, a bright and cheerful boy, hehe~

And those guys were all bastards. They murdered, robbed, raped, and extorted. They were evil to the core. Such people deserved to die, darling, don't you think?"

Richard asked gently.

"Yes, yes!"

Gwyneth nodded.

"Good girl!"

Richard stroked her hair, a gentle smile on his face.

Gwyneth lowered her head, biting her lip. She felt nervous, shy, and a bit happy? Oh, damn it!

"Darling Gwyneth, can I ask you a question?"

Richard asked softly.

"Huh, what?"

"Do you really have OCD?"

".Yes, I have OCD. I have severe OCD. Seeing dirty things makes me uncomfortable. I asked you to undress for the sake of work, to better cooperate with you. I didn't mean to disrespect you. Can you forgive me?"

Gwyneth said nervously.

"It's okay, really, it's okay. I also have OCD. I completely understand how you feel."

Richard smiled slightly.

"Oh, thank you!"

Gwyneth breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his strong body, filled with masculine charm, her face slowly turning red.

"Richard, you can get dressed now. Your skin is very healthy. I'll tell Director Davis that I'm very satisfied with you."

"Thank you, Gwyneth. You're such a kind girl. So, I have a small request. Can I say it?"

"What?"

"You know, Gwyneth, I also have OCD. Can I see your body?"

"What?! You want me to..."

Gwyneth widened her beautiful eyes.

"Can I?"

Richard looked at her quietly, his eyes very pure, even a bit shy.

Gwyneth was confused. What kind of person is this guy?

"Is it not okay?"

Richard frowned, a bit disappointed.

"Yes, it's okay!"

Gwyneth looked at this complex man in front of her. He was as handsome as a prince, as strong as a superhero, as perverted as a lunatic, and as cruel as a devil, yet sometimes as pure as a first love.

To undress in front of such a person, her feelings were complex. There was nervousness, fear, shyness, and a strange excitement.

She bit her lip, her cheeks red, fingers pinching the strap on her shoulder, gently pulling it down, revealing smooth, white shoulders.

She shyly glanced at him and then moved her hand to the other side.

"That's enough!"

Richard pressed her fingers, "Beautiful Gwyneth, your skin is very healthy and clean. I'm glad to work with you. Shall we shake hands?"

Richard extended his large palm, his smile bright and handsome.

"Okay!"

Gwyneth extended her hand and gently shook his.

When he let go, she looked at her palm, still feeling the warmth of his hand.

His hand was large, his fingers hard and strong, yet his palm was warm and soft. His hand was like him, complex, strong, and mysterious.

"Richard, you..."

She looked up and found that Richard had already left.

The room was empty, leaving only her.

Gwyneth suddenly felt a bit angry, put on her clothes, and ran out. Does he think of me as some kind of person?

Ring~ ring~

The phone on the sofa rang.

"Hey~ Gwyneth, you said you wanted to tease that handsome guy from the crew. Did you succeed?"

Her friend teased on the phone.

"No!"

Gwyneth replied sullenly.

"No? You're a big star, isn't it easy to tease a small actor?"

"What small actor? That guy is a devil. If you don't believe me, you can try!"

"Devil? What happened? Tell me, I'm so curious."

Her friend urged.

"Nothing, I have something to do here, gotta go."

Gwyneth hung up the phone, propped her cheeks with her hands, and recalled what had just happened.

At first, she just wanted to tease Richard. In the photos, Richard was very handsome and strong. Teasing such a guy should be fun.

But when that guy took off his shirt, revealing a strong body, the scene was very visually impactful. Plus, the gun and knife wounds on his body added a bit of ferocity, wildness, and mystery, making him even more attractive.

Out of curiosity, she asked a few more questions and then heard a thrilling story.

Hearing about his father being killed on his seventh birthday, she felt very sad.

Hearing about him fighting with a knife to protect his mother, she felt touched and sorrowful.

Hearing about those thugs being burned alive, she felt nervous, scared, excited, and a bit delighted. They deserved it!

'But is all this true?'

Gwyneth blinked. His abdominal scar was very shallow, almost invisible, indicating it was a long time ago. The knife wound on his back too. Could it be true? Did he really kill seven people?

Gwyneth shivered. She hugged her shoulders, touching her smooth skin, and pulled up the strap.

'No, that guy said he wasn't home that night. How could he have seen those people screaming in the fire? If there was no gunfight that night, why did he get shot in the shoulder?'

"This is the flaw!"

Gwyneth clenched her fist, "Hmph, you must be making up stories to scare me, right? What a bastard!"

Thinking about him touching her head and almost making her undress, Gwyneth felt angry, anxious, shy, and furious. Bastard, I won't let you off.

Ring~ ring~

The phone rang again.

She frowned and glanced at it, seeing it was from Copeland Productions. She sighed and answered the call.

"Gwyneth, have you talked to Richard? Do you think he's suitable for playing David?"

Copeland Productions asked.

"That guy..."

Gwyneth wanted to say he was not suitable and change him quickly. But if he was replaced, how would she get her revenge?

"Hehe, Bill, where did you find this actor? He's perfect for playing the conman fugitive. Absolutely perfect."

Not just suitable, but extremely suitable. That bastard is sinister, despicable, ruthless, and violent. Compared to him, the conman David Shaw in the script is a saint.

"Haha, Gwyneth, you also think he's very suitable? That's great. We're starting shooting in a few days. Please interact more with Richard, and I hope you have a pleasant collaboration."

"Okay, I will."

Gwyneth nodded, "Wait," she remembered something, "Bill, do you know Richard well? Do you know his family situation?"

"His family? What do you want to ask?"

Copeland Productions asked in confusion.

"His parents..."

"Oh,

 I don't know much about others, but I do know this. That day, while watching his match, I heard someone mention it. Richard is an orphan. His family is from the Bronx. It was chaotic there in the seventies and eighties. His father died in a riot..."

Hiss~

A chill ran through her heart. Gwyneth felt a shiver. Could it all be true?

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