Chapter 197 Penelope and Mr. Murray, A Kiss that Shook the City

Everyone was shocked.

The renowned Mr. Murray, the enigmatic head of the Murray family, Everett, was actually willing to act in a film?!

Of course, Weston couldn't have asked for more.

Even if it was just a silhouette, with Everett's charm and grace, a fleeting glance was enough to captivate thousands of female players.

"Good! Mr. Murray, let's prepare again!"

After saying this, Weston quickly instructed the stylist to choose another set of clothes and took Everett to the makeup room for makeup.

Weston was wearing a set of crimson-purple robes. He originally wanted to take off this set of clothes and let Everett wear them, but he felt that the silver armor in the cloakroom seemed to suit his temperament better, so he chose that one instead.

Everett was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars.

Many top male actors had to carefully apply makeup before appearing on camera, as most of them didn't have naturally perfect eyebrows. They had to meticulously shape their eyebrows to add a touch of handsome charm.

But Everett's eyebrows, with no interruption in the middle, were not the dirty, dense black, but a clear gray-black. There was no need for an eyebrow pencil to outline them, they were the perfect color.

The male actors of the present had to carefully apply eyeliner to make their eyes look more spirited. Everett's eyes, slightly opened, were like the pitch-black night sky, sparkling with stars. The faint purple halo around his pupils made him look even more mysterious and irresistible, making people unable to resist looking up at him. Therefore, he didn't need to apply eyeliner.

That nose, those lips, that skin, all were greatly favored by the heavens, and didn't need any embellishment.

No makeup was needed, just a wig was attached and clothes were changed. It didn't take much time. Under the skillful hands of the stylists, a man in a silver armor, wearing a matching color hair crown, appeared neatly in front of everyone in no time.

As a man himself, Zackary had to admit, Everett's face was indeed handsome. Standing next to Penelope, they were the perfect picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, which irked him no matter how he looked at them.

When Weston saw Everett, he was immediately stunned.

He had thought that Everett would look good in ancient costume, but seeing the stunningly handsome man at that moment, he was still thoroughly amazed.

This appearance, it was truly defying the heavens!

It was simply on par with the Spencer family's three generations, who were hailed as once-in-a-thousand-years beauties!

Weston sneakily glanced at Zackary, thinking how wonderful it would be if he, his brother, and his father were all dressed in ancient costumes standing here for him to shoot!

"Mr. Murray, you look really good!" Weston sincerely exclaimed.

Everett, dressed in this attire, didn't resemble a general who only understood warfare, but rather a monarch who looked down upon the world, leading his army into battle, galloping across the battlefield.

"Zackary, Mr. Murray really suits wearing traditional clothes! My sister's outfit is also particularly beautiful! They look so good together! They are simply a match made in heaven!"

A match made in heaven? The perfect person?!

Zackary was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his nose. He coldly shook off Lola's hand and sulked alone.

Lola was seething with rage, her teeth grinding in anger. At that moment, Zackary's attention was completely focused on Penelope. He had even forgotten who Lola was!

Lola was not willing to be ignored by the man she loved because of Penelope. She tenaciously held onto Zackary's hand, continuing to seek a sense of presence.

"Zackary, Mr. Murray has always been mysterious. He never accepts interviews, and even his photos have never been captured by journalists! It's said that he hates facing the camera the most. Unexpectedly, he was willing to appear on camera for his sister!"

"Mr. Murray really liked my sister! He was so good to her, she must have been very, very touched! Zackary, I really wished my sister could be forever happy with Mr. Murray! I wanted my sister to be happy so much!"

Happiness my ass!

Zackary was so angry that he wanted to swear. He once again coldly shook off Lola's hand, standing stiffly in place, jealousy filling the air.

"Mr. Murray, Ms. Sullivan, were you both ready? If you were ready, we would start!"

Weston made a starting gesture, and the on-site staff each took their positions, beginning a serious and tense shooting.

Penelope was wearing a goose-yellow palace gauze long dress, draped with a matching color hollow shawl.

The goose-yellow palace gauze long dress, with its light and charming water sleeves, was tied at the waist with a yellow belt that was slightly lighter than the goose-yellow, highlighting Penelope's slender waist, which was not a handful.

This vintage long skirt was really conservative, with a particularly small neckline that covered the collarbone tightly, revealing only a section of neck as white as jade.

The color of light yellow was particularly selective.

If the skin was slightly darker, wearing clothes of this color would make it appear even darker and dull.

But if the skin was fair enough, wearing this color of clothing would make the skin appear exceptionally translucent.

Penelope's skin, fairer than the finest jade in the world, was accentuated by the outfit she wore. Her small face was crystal clear, her skin delicate enough to break with a puff, and her gentle smile surpassed the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Especially that section of fair neck, so, so white, the moonlight artificially created, cast a layer of moon-white halo on her body, making her beauty dreamlike and enchanting, inexplicably fascinating.

The stylist had only loosely tied a bun on Penelope's head, with two strands of hair behind her ears wrapped in a goose-yellow ribbon, falling together with her ink-black hair. It had the charm of a young girl, yet it resembled more of a captivating fairy.

Long, waist-length black hair casually fell on her shoulders. Such thick hair, like mysterious seaweed, gently swayed with the wind. Every frown and smile was the most beautiful picture.

According to the script, after Josephine swayed on the swing covered with colorful flowers for a while, she saw Lorenzo, who was in full armor and had just returned from the battlefield. Her originally calm face instantly filled with joy.

She leapt off the swing, landing right into the arms of her lover whom she had been longing for day and night. Their reunion was sweeter than their wedding, and without uttering a single word, their kiss was already fiery.

After a passionate kiss filled with a thousand years of love, Josephine shyly lifted her face, gazing at Lorenzo with affection. Her rosy lips slightly parted, she said, "General, allow me to dance for you, to celebrate your triumphant return."

After swinging on the swing for a while, Penelope saw Everett walking over, stepping on the vibrant flowers. She knew, it was time for her to jump off the swing.

Somewhat... somewhat worried, she feared that Everett might not catch her, causing her to fall flat on her face.

But in the spirit of professionalism, Penelope still managed to flash a smile before quickly jumping off the swing.

Fortunately, Everett held her tightly, and it seemed that the way he held her was a bit romantic.

Afterwards, it was that kiss, filled with endless affection.