Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.
Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.
Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.
Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.
Christopher let out a cold snort.
Is he saying that I’m overthinking?
Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.
“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.” Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.
Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let me know if I do anything wrong!”
“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”
“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up coming home.”
Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.
She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s privacy.
Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”
“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”
“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.
Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”
“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.
Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”
Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”
“All right. Whatever you say.” Astrid’s lips twitched.
With that, both of them headed down the stairs.
Strangely, I felt really uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it only me?
I feel the same way, too! She seemed to be mocking Kathleen! But she’s way better with her words than Kylie.
You’re reading too much into her words. She was just lamenting how hard her life used to be. I can’t believe you interpreted her words that way.
I think Astrid’s being honest. She revealed her identity outright so that Kathleen wouldn’t misunderstand things, right?
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her job was really tough.
Yes, her job was tough, but there was no need for her to insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She isn’t the only one who’s having a hard time!
I can’t stand it when she commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are rough because of her job. Obviously, she was mocking Kathleen.
The netizens began arguing again.
Christopher read the comments as his expression turned dark.
The shooting went on smoothly.
That afternoon, the production team told them that some special guests would be coming for dinner that night and they should pay extra attention to those guests.
However, the production team didn’t mention how special the guests were.
Everyone felt nervous at that piece of news.
Astrid asked deliberately, “Kathleen, who do you think the customers would be?”
Kathleen shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“I thought you’d know who they are,” Astrid commented.
Kathleen’s voice was calm as she replied, “Why would I know when none of you know?”
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