My Supermodel Wife

Meanwhile, another news that was no less surprising spread among the film crew. Someone hijacked Shirley's social media account! They didn't know whether the news was true or not, but they saw Shirley's expression that was different from usual. The woman looked like she was about to kill someone.

Although the photo posted on Shirley's social media account didn't stay for long, the actress was not fast enough to delete it. Let alone handling the damage that came afterwards. Many netizens had kept a screenshot of the photo in Shirley's post. The people who hated Shirley did not miss this opportunity. They filled Shirley's social media with malicious and derogatory comments.​​

Even the film crew looked at Shirley suspiciously. They hadn't forgotten how Lilia was forced to walk in the rain four times because of that actress. They would not be surprised if the content of the conversation was genuine.

*****

Lilia sat next to her husband in the car. Although the rear seat of the car was wide enough for the two of them, there was hardly any distance between them. Jean's arms wrapped around Lilia's waist, making sure that the woman couldn't move away from him.

Clifford in the driver's seat looked straight ahead. He tried to ignore whatever was happening in the back seat, but the romantic atmosphere between the two of them overflowed and filled the car.

Lilia tried to shift away from Jean, but the man's arm prevented her from moving even a moment. Finally, the woman gave up and leaned her head on Jean's shoulder.

"Why are you here? How long have you been waiting outside the studio?" Lilia asked while looking at the side of Jean's face.

She knew that the man was very busy and could not leave his job easily. That's why Lilia could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Jean standing outside the studio. How did that man know that today's shoot was over? How long had Jean been waiting for her?

But of course Jean wouldn't tell her about it. The man briefly replied, "I just arrived."

Lilia smiled faintly at that. She felt a little guilty, but she also felt happy that the man was here with her right now. They had only been apart for a few days, yet it felt like they hadn't seen each other in years.

Jean shifted his position and cupped Lilia's face with both hands. He studied Lilia's face closely, his expression was filled with worry, "You look really tired." He said in a low voice.

Lilia immediately pulled herself away from Jean and touched her face worriedly, "Do I look that bad?" She asked frantically.

Even though Lilia knew that she was quite beautiful in the eyes of others, she still didn't want to show her chaotic appearance in front of the man she loved. Lilia fumbled into her bag for her make-up kit.

Jean chuckled at Lilia's reaction. He reached out and grabbed the woman's chin. One of his hands pulled Lilia closer.

"You're not bad. In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met!" Jean whispered before kissing the woman's lips.

That gentle kiss gradually evolved into a hot, fiery kiss. Clifford struggled to ignore the sounds of kisses and sighs from the backseat. He began to seriously consider installing a barrier in the middle of the car.

*****

Upon their arrival at the hotel, Lilia and Jean headed to Lilia's royal suite. As soon as Jean closed the door behind them, the man immediately pulled his wife into his arms and continued their kiss earlier. Jean was like a wanderer who had found an oasis in the middle of the desert. The man kissed her so hungrily, as if he would die without Lilia's touch.

Lilia closed her eyes and returned Jean's kiss with the same passionate passion. She also missed him half to death. Jean's hands that were cupping the back of Lilia's neck felt cool and made her forget that she had a fever.

"Ngh ..." Suddenly, Lilia felt her knees buckle and almost collapsed.

Jean hurriedly supported his wife. His forehead creased, his expression filled with guilt. The man supported Lilia and brought her to sit on a nearby sofa.

"I am fine." Lilia forced a weak smile, "I just feel a little weak. You don't need to look that worried."

Jean sighed and ran his finger through his hair. The man's strands of blonde hair gleamed in the late afternoon sun. He sat beside Lilia, his hand stroking her cheek gently.

"If you have time after filming, let's go to Sarangan." Jean said.

Lilia looked at the man in confusion, "Sarangan? Why?"

Jean did not immediately answer her question. The man's expression was filled with conflict and he repeatedly opened his mouth, but then closed it again.

Lilia waited patiently for the man to answer, "To meet an old friend." Jean finally said.

"Okay." Lilia smiled gently before hugging her husband. She didn't ask any further questions on the topic. Wherever Jean wanted to go and whatever he wanted to do, Lilia would follow him.

Jean stared at Lilia as if he wanted to devour her again. But when the man looked down to kiss her again, Lilia's cell phone rang.

Lilia jumped in shock while Jean pulled away with an exasperated expression. The woman hurriedly took out her cell phone and saw Harold's name on the screen.

"What's the matter, Harold?" Lilia asked while trying to calm her pounding heart.

Instead of answering, the manager laughed with satisfaction. Lilia raised her eyebrows in surprise. What made Harold so happy?

"Have you opened your social media account?" Harold asked.

"Not yet." Lilia replied, distracted by Jean's hand playing with her long hair, "What's wrong?"

For the past two days, Lilia's name had become a viral topic on the internet. Many netizens supported and cheered on her, but there were also many others who bashed her. That's why Lilia was reluctant to keep up with her social media accounts.

Harold was silent for a moment before finally answering, "Shirley's account was hijacked by someone!"

Lilia straightened her body, "Her social media account?"

An artist's social media account usually could be accessed by several people at once, such as their manager or assistant. This was to make it easier for them to monitor the artist's activities on social media. In order to keep their accounts safe, artists would usually use complex passwords. However, there were still cases where a famous artist's account was hijacked.

"Yes." Harold's voice sounded very satisfied, "If you have free time, look at the internet for yourself. I bet this is the worst moment in Shirley's entire career as an actress!"

Harold's words provoked Lilia's curiosity. After she ended her conversation with the man, she opened her social media. Lilia typed in Shirley Pierre's name and found the woman's latest post.

[Shirley]: "Someone's hacked my social media accounts. All photos posted at that time are NOT TRUE. I have submitted this case to my lawyer and I ask everyone not to believe the post."

Even though Shirley said so, the comments of netizens showed that they didn't believe her words. Shirley's haters alleged that the contents of the conversation in the photo were true and drowned out the voices of Shirley's fans trying to defend their idol.

Lilia left her social media and searched the discussion forum for Shirley's name. She was struck by the results of her search. 'Shirley Pierre Sabotages Her Fellow Actress!' 'Shirley Pierre vs Lilia Pangestu!' 'Shirley Pierre's Past with William Anggara!'

Lilia's eyes narrowed as she read that last topic. What was Shirley's relationship with William?

But before she could click the topic, Jean's voice startled her.

"What are you reading?" Jean asked with faint irritation. He didn't like it when something distracted Lilia from him.

Lilia jumped and turned to face Jean. She almost forgot that the man was beside her. Lilia smiled awkwardly as she shifted her cellphone away.

"It's nothing." She answered.

Jean squinted his eyes and stared at Lilia for a moment, then stretched out his hand. Lilia hesitated for a moment, but she finally relented and held out her cellphone.

"It's really not that big of a deal." Lilia emphasized as Jean's eyes swept over the topic list in the discussion forum.

"Hmm…" Jean's eyes flashed with rage as he read the topics, "So she gave you a fever?"