The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Kevin Clark has grown up amidst the Theatre Garden, absorbing its influence. Even though he is not that great himself, his eye for detail is sharp and picky.

However fast Daisy learns, she still lacks the foundation of opera. Moreover, the teachings from her senior were limited to two hours only.

So the only option left was to repeatedly practice this section.

After seeing his senior out, Kevin saw Daisy continuously practicing without resting. He gave her a bottle of water, “Take a break.”

“It’s not necessary.” Daisy replied, taking a sip of water, “I’ll give my performance now, you watch.”

Kevin took the bottle from her smoothly, saying, “Ok.”

In the next hour, Daisy didn’t manage to complete her eight-minute performance. Kevin was very meticulous, going over every movement and every detail.

Every time he corrected an error, they had to start all over again.

“The typical female sword posture requires the little finger to be curled up,”

Kevin said as he stood not far behind her, using his phone to control the music.

“Like this?” Daisy followed his instructions.

“Bend it a bit more.”

“Like this?”

“Hmm.” Kevin stood close, noticed a mole on the inner side of her right ring finger and gave it an extended look, then gently explained, “Soften it a bit, don’t be too rigid. This section is about persuading the king to drink wine, listen to music, watch a dance, to reduce his worries and sorrows. It’s not about fighting.”

Daisy:

“Bend your right leg a little more. Draw in your waist a bit.”

Daisy moved according to his indications, then she looked at his reflection in the mirror and said, “I can’t draw it in any more.”

The tone of her voice sounded like she wanted to fight with Kevin. He gave a small laugh, moved closer and gently touched her waist with his cell phone:

“Like this.”

Daisy’s eyelashes moved slightly, she looked down at her waist. Kevin had courteously touched her with his phone and then moved away.

“Look in the mirror,” Kevin instructed while looking at their reflection: “Hold this posture for a minute. Muscle memory.”

Daisy stared at the mirror for a while before saying, “Ok.”

Once again, she proved true his senior’s words, “He’s the best at pointing out others’ mistakes.” Kevin’s voice was very gentle, patient, yet extremely strict.

He deems any posture that misses even by a tiny bit unacceptable.

Luckily, Daisy was very capable of adjusting to his strict method and cooperated very well.

“The sword should be placed here. Put some strength in your wrist. Take smaller steps when you dance with the sword.” Kevin noticed that every time she moved with the two swords, within ten seconds, she would unknowingly force it, exuding an aura of the underworld “Make your movements more gentle. During this stage entrance movement, lift your arm a little higher, to this position.”

While speaking, Kevin lifted her wrist with the back of his hand.

Daisy’s hair was a bit disheveled; the sweat had dampened her loose hair. She glanced at his hand and gently agreed.

“Let’s take a break.”

“I’m not tired.” As Daisy spoke, she suddenly pulls up her hem to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

She stopped mid-motion when she noticed Kevin’s surprised look and slowly lowered her clothes.

Kevin truly didn’t mean to look, but her action was quite abrupt, he wasn’t able to react in time and accidentally saw a glimpse of her fair waist.

He quickly averted his gaze, turned around, and grabbed a tissue. Holding the tissue in his hand, Kevin slightly squeezed it then quickly regained his composure.

As if he didn’t see anything, he gave the tissues to Daisy: “Wipe your sweat.” Daisy took two pieces, wiped her sweat and said, “Shall we continue?”

“Mm.”

In the evening, the two ate in a nearby restaurant, rested a bit after eating, and returned to the practice room.

All the movements had been corrected. Daisy not only had good memorization skills but also strong muscle memory. Almost every previously pointed out error was now flawless.

She just needed to repeat practice on her own.

Gaining familiarity, getting a feel…

Kevin just watched her, playing music for her, and occasionally giving a few pointers.

Daisy, dressed casually but well-fitted attire, accentuated her figure, slim waist, long legs, and fair skin. Perhaps because of her background in dance, her waist was very flexible, and she had no issues bending over.

Her fingers were slender and her fingertips beautiful. Every gesture she made had a unique aesthetic appeal.

The sound of the opera echoed from the speakers: ‘Victory or defeat, rise or fall in a split moment. Relax and enjoy the wine under the shelter…’

As Daisy turned around, Kevin idly said, “Daisy, look at me,” the depths of his eyes containing flecks of light.

The light in the practice room was bright. making Daisy’s fair skin reflect light.

She raised her eyes to look at Kevin whose tender lips are slightly curved and eyes sparkling with laughter.

Without any warning, Daisy found herself staring deep into his eyes, freezing in her posture.

Kevin didn’t move his gaze, watching her eyes gradually darken. He watched the sparkling sweat bead roll down her face, slide along her jawline to her neck, then disappeared into her clothes.

Two seconds later, he lowered his gaze, dispelling the impulse from his heart. Daisy also snapped back and straightened her body: “What’s wrong?”

“Eye contact.” Kevin’s cheery voice turned a bit husky, “The Overlord sits behind you. Remember to have eye contact at this point.” “Got it.” “Practice a couple more times and then we can head back.”

“Mm.”

Daisy didn’t finish until almost ten o’clock.

Kevin told her to dry her sweat before leaving.

“Whoever heard of being so delicate.” Daisy mumbled.

Kevin handed her the tissue. Hearing this, he smiled, “Girls can be delicate.”

Daisy laughed lightly, wiping off her sweat, and then tied her hair back up again. After that, she stood in front of the practice room’s French window and looked at the night view outside.

Kevin quietly stood by her side, not saying a word to interrupt her.

After a while, Daisy spoke, “Why didn’t you study opera?”

“I was playful when I was young, felt it was too burdensome,” Kevin said, looking outside, “Later… I realized I really couldn’t learn it. My mom played female characters, she thought my throat was good and always wanted to train me in that direction. But I didn’t have the posture or the talent for it, anything I learned was simply awkward. To quote my mom, it was nauseating.”

Daisy turned to him, smiling, her gaze lingered at his waist as she said, “It’s pretty good.” “What?”

“Nothing. ”

Kevin didn’t bother to dig deeper into what she was implying. Seeing her in a good mood, he said more, “Despite all this, while suppressing her own disgust, my mom forced me to learn and grew more and more disgusted in the process.” A deeper smile formed at the corners of Daisy’s lips.

“During that period, I had to constantly outsmart my mom. If she happened to get impatient, my dad would chase me all over the yard to hit me.” Kevin smiled softly, “It was only when my mom discovered that my niece was gifted that she let me off. She conned my niece from my older brother’s home.”

“You’d also get beaten up?”

“No, my dad’s too old, he couldn’t catch up to me.”

Daisy laughed quietly, leaning against the rod.

It was the first time Kevin saw her laugh like this, which lessened her aloofness and made her even more stunning. Kevin watched her from the corner of his eye and thought to himself:

She should laugh more..