Chapter 92

I was awakened by a series of urgent rings from my phone in the morning. Seeing Camilla's name flashing on the screen, I hesitated for a few seconds before picking up. "Jeffrey, have you been discharged from the hospital?" the voice in the receiver rang. "Yeah. I was discharged yesterday," I answered. "No wonder I didn't see you at the hospital. Do you have time? Let's go to the film set together so I can help you pick a male lead," Camilla said excitedly. Without thinking twice, I agreed, "Okay! Send me the address. I'll get ready and come over." Two minutes later, Camilla sent me an address. It was the set of the drama she was filming—the one directed by Steven. I remembered it was the one I had recommended her to. I shaved off the stubble that had grown over the past few days, tidied my messy hair, and put on a blue casual suit. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw the sharp-browed, starry-eyed Jeffrey, who was once known as one of the handsome guys in Netherwood. But