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

Before, Kevin Clark would send different flowers for the end of every event or when her TV series wrapped up.

However, since giving her a bouquet of roses after the last variety show, Kevin felt that she liked roses, so he continued to give roses thereafter.

Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane went straight back to Clark Manor from the set.

Mainly because Daisy Zane wanted to go back and see Charles Amos.

Ever since she joined the crew again, she hadn’t seen Charles Amos.

The lotus leaves in Clark Manor’s lotus pond were gradually unfolding.

Moreover, Kevin left a piece of land on the north side of his courtyard and planted nearly ten acres of roses.

Now Clark Manor looked more like a multielement scenic spot.

That evening, after Charles Amos went to sleep, Daisy Zane opened two bottles of wine.

Kevin knew she had something on her mind, so he didn’t stop her and accompanied her in drinking.

However, Kevin’s alcohol tolerance was really limited. After less than three glasses, he was already slightly intoxicated.

The two of them were drinking wine on an Arhat bed in the side hall.

The wine was placed on the small tea table in the middle.

Behind them, there was only a dim, yellow lotus lamp casting light. Centered on the lotus lamp, the dim yellow light spread out into the darkness.

The dim light gave a sense of peace in that little corner of the world.

Kevin’s consciousness became blurred, so he leaned on the back of the bed, watching Daisy Zane.

Her narrow, elongated eyes were tinged with red, soaked in drunkenness, yet filled with endless tenderness.

He watched Daisy Zane take a sip of wine and then said, “Little Girl, I’m always by your side, and you can do whatever you want.”

Daisy Zane looked at him.

Kevin understood the meaning in her eyes, and his thin, dark red lips turned up a bit, “I’m not the strongest support.”

When it comes to pharmaceutical formulation research, Kevin has to admit that he is not as good as Daisy Zane.

Some things do indeed rely on talent.

Daisy Zane doesn’t think Kevin is incompetent, nor does she think the entire Research Institute is incompetent, only she can do it.

She just feels that with one more person and one more effort, the chances of success will be greater.

As of now, the matters of the Research Institute and Project 319 are more urgent than anything else.

This concerns human lives.

She has to choose.

The true wish of Daisy Zane and all she could accomplish, can go only this far.

As for whether the movie can win an award, everything is uncertain.

On the other hand, her connection with the real Daisy Zane has been severed once again.

“It’s strong enough,” Daisy said softly, “It’s my own choice.”

Kevin poured some wine and bumped his glass against hers, “Little Girl, you’ve done a great job already. Some things, some identities, you can let go of.”

The hand holding the wine glass couldn’t help but tighten.

She paused, raised her brows lightly, and then drank all the wine in the glass before laughing carelessly.

With a soft laugh, there were both reluctance and resentment.

These were all she could do, but she couldn’t even do these well.

Kevin knew she couldn’t let go, so he didn’t try to persuade her more, just accompanied her for a while.

The two of them chatted casually, and then Daisy Zane mentioned that she was Charlotte Lane.

But… Kevin was too drunk to react.

His voice was completely sober, still steady, but a little hoarser than usual.

However, before Daisy Zane mentioned that she was Charlotte Lane, the two of them were chatting normally.

After she said she was Charlotte Lane, Kevin did not react at all, just said, “In my eyes, Lila Campbell and Olivia Lane are indeed different. I used to hold Lila as a child, back then Olivia had not been born yet. I don’t have much impression of Olivia’s childhood, just some memories after she grew up. None of them were very good.”

As he said these words, Daisy was watching him, not reacting at all.

His voice was so clear that she thought she was the one who was drunk.

Then Kevin continued, “But… Lila is just my niece, just like Lily Parker.”

As Kevin Clark spoke, he suddenly looked at Daisy Zane.

Although he wasn’t sober, he still recognized his little girl in front of him.

He looked at Daisy Zane, his voice hoarse but still seemingly lucid, “She calls me Third Uncle, and she would call you Little Auntie.”

Daisy Zane:  She didn’t want to call herself Little Auntie.

She looked at Kevin Clark; besides his eyes being a bit hazy and slightly red, there was no sign of intoxication.

The two had just chatted for a while, and she hadn’t noticed when he had gotten drunk.

He had been struggling to stay sober and chat with her.

His head was already muddled, the conversation between the two completely relying on his own subconscious reactions and comprehension.

Thus, Third Master Clark had been able to respond smoothly to everything said earlier.

It was only later that the conversation went beyond the scope of Kevin Clark’s thinking.

In his mind, the little girl had nothing to do with Charlotte Lane.

He assumed the little girl mentioned Charlotte Lane because Kevin’s feelings towards Charlotte and Olivia Lane were different. So when he heard the name Charlotte Lane, his subconscious began to explain.

In fact, he was already struggling to understand what Daisy Zane was saying.

“I hope she’s like Lily Parker, doing well wherever she is,” said Kevin Clark, lowering his gaze.

Hearing this, Daisy Zane’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lily Parker was the only girl in the Clark family’s entire generation of children and grandchildren.

One could imagine how much she was pampered in the Clark Family.

“Little girl,” Kevin Clark hadn’t heard her speak for a while, so he reached out to hold her hand and gently squeezed, “Don’t be angry.”

Daisy Zane lowered her eyes to look at his hand, and after a moment, she raised her eyebrows and asked, “What kind of person is Charlotte Lane?”

“Huh?” Kevin Clark’s mind was starting to struggle to keep up.

“Charlotte Lane, what kind of person is she?” Daisy Zane asked again.

Kevin Clark looked down at her hand, hesitated a moment, and said, “Spoiled.”

Daisy Zane’s already raised eyebrows rose even higher.

“Crybaby.”

Daisy Zane looked at him, her other hand tapping lightly on the glass.

“Attention seeker.”

Daisy Zane’s hand tapped a little harder on the glass.

“Drama queen.”

Daisy Zane’s beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed.

Kevin Clark touched the ring on Daisy Zane’s left ring finger.

It had been a long time since Daisy Zane had worn a ring, neither on set nor in the laboratory.

But when she had nothing else to do, she would wear it on her hand.

“Is she pretty?” Daisy Zane asked.

“What?”

Daisy Zane said, “Charlotte Lane.”

Kevin Clark didn’t speak.

Daisy Zane asked again, “Is Charlotte Lane pretty?”

Kevin Clark, one hand on his forehead, suddenly said, “Little girl, I’m sleepy.”

Daisy Zane:

“Let’s go back and rest.”

If it weren’t for his lack of reaction to such a significant matter, Daisy Zane would have reason to suspect he was faking his drunkenness.

In fact, Kevin Clark was really starting to struggle, and he was beginning to get confused about what she was asking.

He just had a feeling that if he continued to talk about another woman, the little girl would get angry.

Daisy Zane looked at the four opened wine bottles on the table, three of which were nearly empty.

Although they had only opened two bottles, she had placed several more under the tea table.

She finished the last bit in her glass, then stood up.

She felt a little dizzy as well.

She pressed her temples, pulled Kevin Clark up, and said, “Let’s go upstairs to sleep.”

Kevin Clark stood up, kissed Daisy Zane’s lips, and followed her back to their room.