Page 40 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Jilly:You're my son, and I'll die on that hill.

THE SOFT HUM OF THElimo’s engine was almost hypnotic as Jilly sank deeper into the buttery leather seats, her fingers tracing the edge of the built-in tablet that Guy had custom-installed so he could review scripts during long drives to various film locations.

I can't believe he wants me on set.

I just can't.

Jilly might have been the one to ask that their marriage remain a secret for as long as possible, but...

Jilly also couldn't deny that a part of her had been secretly excited, the moment she received Guy's text, inviting her out of the blue to visit him on set.

The moment she showed up, and he treated her like his wife, well...

The cat would be out of the bag, and the world would know Jillian Kitt was no more...because she was now Mrs. Guy de la Rocq, andoh my gosh, was this really happening?

Jilly pressed her hand to her stomach and tried her best to calm the butterflies doing zoomies inside her stomach.

Please, God.

Please help me not to embarrass him?

Please?

God answered her prayer right away, with Jilly suddenly recalling the horrible article she had come across yesterday morning. It was about successful men leaving their wives for younger women, and when Guy had caught her biting her nails while reading it, her husband had pinched her cheeks so hard in punishment while saying the most wonderfully ridiculous thing...

“If I wanted a baby, I'd just make one with you, not marry one. Understand?”

“Wunwerswand..."

Jilly found herself relaxing against her seat at the memory.

Guy had been so, so cute that time.

And he would surely get cuter with every passing day—

“WE’VE ARRIVED, MRS. de la Rocq,” Guy's driver announced through the intercom.

Jilly mustered up a smile. "Thanks, Darwin." She checked her reflection in the tinted window one last time before stepping out into the organized chaos of a major film production. Trailers lined the street like a small city, cables snaked across the asphalt, and crew members hurried back and forth carrying equipment that probably cost more than her annual salary.

The air buzzed with energy and purpose, voices calling out directions mixing with the distant sound of generators humming and the occasional shout of “Rolling!” from somewhere deeper in the maze of trucks and temporary structures.

And that’s when she saw him.

Jack?

He looked stiff and serious like always, and just as surprised as she was when he saw her walking towards him.

"What are you doing here?"

Jack and Jilly ended up asking the same question at the same time.

"I asked first," Jilly said right away.

"No, you didn't." Jack shook his head with a frown. "Didn't I say you didn't have to worry?"

"I'm not here because I'm worried—"Wait a minute."Thisis your part-time job?"

"It pays very well."

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