Chapter 258 Mr. Zackary was green with envy, as green as a meadow!

"Hmm." Everett closed the script. Seeing this, Dawson hurriedly stepped forward in a sycophantic manner, taking the script from his hands.

Just as Weston was about to have the cameraman and lighting technician start, he suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees in an instant.

Even with the air conditioning turned up high, his back was still so cold that his hair stood on end.

Weston didn't understand why it had suddenly become so cold, but seeing that Penelope and Everett were already prepared, he didn't want to delay any longer. He quickly made a start gesture, signaling them to get into character.

Penelope silently psyched herself up again. In fact, although the scene was intimate, it didn't really reveal anything.

She portrayed the character of Lady Jianna, who, after entering the palace, truly fell in love with the emperor who was nearly twenty years older than her, who was also the father of the male lead. However, in the emperor's heart, there was only the late empress. Her love turned into hatred. If the emperor didn't love her, she would cuckold him.

She targeted the emperor's most trusted guard, planning to strike him.

In this scene, she seductively pinned down the guard played by Everett on the bed, and after teasing the guard to the point of losing control, they covered themselves with a quilt and together cuckolded the emperor.

After mentally preparing herself, Penelope got into character in a second.

She sat quietly by the bed, her small face, heavily painted, bearing a clear expression of resentment and sorrow.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, burdened with such intense hatred that her delicate, manicured fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"You only had your white moonlight in your heart, you merely saw me as her substitute! Fine, since I don't exist in your heart, why should I foolishly wait for your favor in this lonely palace!"

"Today, I, Jianna, have thrown your harem into chaos, making you the laughingstock for all eternity!"

No sooner had Penelope finished speaking than Everett was forcibly pushed in by two palace maids.

"You two go down first!" Penelope ordered the two palace maids indifferently.

The two palace maids, upon receiving the order, did not dare to delay and hurriedly withdrew.

"Your Majesty, you summoned me, what are your orders?" Everett's voice carried a distant coolness. Even though he was just a guard, he had his own steadfastness and proud backbone.

"Caleb? The most trusted subordinate of the old emperor, right?!"

Penelope stepped forward, playfully lifting Everett's chin, "You're wearing a mask on your face, I can't see clearly, whether it's handsome or ugly!"

"However, even if you were as ugly as a demon, today, I have decided on you!"

Saying this, Penelope suddenly exerted force with her hand, pushing Everett against the wall beside them.

Wall slam.

"Your Majesty, please respect yourself!"

Everett instinctively wanted to push Penelope away, but due to the plot setting where she was a high-ranking noblewoman, he couldn't be rude to her. Thus, he seemed restrained and was unexpectedly pushed by her onto a soft couch nearby when she turned around.

"Self-respect? If I had any self-respect, how could I have let you enjoy yourself today!"

"Your Majesty, I didn't know what you were talking about!"

"Oh? You don't know? Well, you were about to find out!"

Saying so, Penelope lowered her face, her lips inching closer to Everett's.

In the plot setting, in fact, this guard had always been secretly in love with the imperial concubine. However, due to their respective statuses, he dared not reveal his feelings.

If there were mountains and rivers separating them, he could still suppress his surging emotions. But when she held him down, his fiery heart could no longer be restrained.

After struggling with etiquette and love, he could only succumb.

Initially, the imperial concubine took the initiative, but later, the guard couldn't help himself and he became the initiator.

"Ha!"

Penelope's lips had not yet touched Everett's when Zackary's derisive laughter, full of mockery, echoed in the air.

Penelope didn't understand why he was making such a noise for no apparent reason, or what he was trying to achieve. However, she was a dedicated actress, and once she was in character, she couldn't stop unless the director called cut.

So, her lips still ended up on Everett's lips.

The moment Penelope opened her somewhat blurred eyes, she met Everett's gaze, filled with boundless affection. Such deep, ink-colored emotions made her momentarily unable to distinguish whether this was him pretending for the sake of acting, or if it was truly him.

Penelope was lost in her thoughts, and with a turn, Everett had her pinned beneath him.

Immediately, it should be the curtain falling, giving the audience in front of the television endless imagination.

However, before the curtain had even fallen, Weston's voice suddenly rang out, "Cut!"

Hearing Weston's voice, Penelope quickly crawled out from under Everett, "Weston, was there something wrong with my performance just now?"

"No problem! Penelope, you were fantastic! And Mr. Murray, I never expected Mr. Murray to have such a talent for acting!" Weston excitedly looked at Penelope and Everett, gesticulating wildly.

"No problem? Then why did you yell 'cut', Weston?" Penelope asked, her face full of confusion. Moreover, she really didn't want to do this kind of intimate and awkward scene again.

"I just felt that this play could have been better!"

Weston became more and more excited as he spoke, "Penelope, I just had a great inspiration! I think you were a bit too forceful with Mr. Murray."

"Penelope, you can dance, can't you? I thought you could use your dance moves to hook Everett. In the end, he couldn't help himself, grabbing your waist..."

Weston gave Penelope a knowing look, clearly implying that in the end, he wanted Everett to catch her in an impure act.

Penelope's face turned red. Although such scenes were simulated, and the TV drama censorship was so strict that there couldn't be any excessive shots, the thought of her having to simulate a scene with Everett that would mislead everyone was hard for her to accept.

After hearing Weston's words, Zackary was so angry that he almost crushed the phone in his hand.

She danced for him.

The dance moves were more captivating than those of a fairy.

Back then, just as Weston had said, he clung to her there, on her body, desperately insane.

Now, she actually wanted another man to treat her like that?!

Even if it was just simulating that action, without any substantial contact, Zackary couldn't bear it!

He felt that he had been turned into a vast green meadow!

Weston saw that Penelope was silent, he thought she didn't understand, so he directly grabbed Everett's arm, planning to demonstrate for her.

"Penelope, look, just like this, elusive yet close."

As Weston spoke, he casually spun around, "You dance around Mr. Murray, and when he's completely smitten by you, you leave him. He can't have you, and he'll get anxious, turning from passive to active, and then you two can continue under the covers!"

"Ha!"

Just as Weston finished speaking, Zackary's clearly annoyed cold laughter rang out again.

Weston was utterly confused, he weakly looked at Zackary and asked, "Mr. Zackary, is your throat bothering you?"