Silas, the superstar actor, posted a tweet that instantly went viral.

[First time up North. I wake up dry every morning.]

Fans went crazy, praising my supposed ‘husband-taming skills’ and calling me all sorts of powerful.

I was left scratching my head.

Couldn’t he just be talking about the weather?

…

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In this transmigration novel, I was cast as the stand-in for superstar actor Silas Fuller’s first love, a fact everyone in the entertainment industry knew.

As a dutiful stand-in, I did my best to mimic her every move, from the way she spoke to how she dressed, trying to become a flawless copy.

Thanks to that, I had been living the high life, without a worry in the world.

The system used to update me in real-time on Silas’s affection level, but ever since it hit 80%, it just... stopped. After that, I had no idea if his feelings were growing or shrinking.

I wanted to scream.

“Wait, wasn’t I promised a billion once his affection maxed out?”

The system paused, pretending to think deeply.

“Maybe you’ll get your reward when his first love actually comes back.”

And just like that, it ghosted me.

So there I was, stuck trying to raise Silas’s affection all by myself while waiting for his first love to return so I could finally cash in and disappear into the countryside.

This time, I had tagged along with Silas to the North for a shoot.

As someone born and raised in the South, where the air was always humid, the dry northern climate was rough to get used to, especially with the grueling filming schedule.

Even Silas, as strong and fit as he was, had started to feel it.

One night, Silas posted a simple text on Instagram.

[First time up North. I wake up dry every morning.]

He even tagged the location: New York.

At first, I thought it was just a casual post. But the next morning, I woke up to 99+ DMs and saw that the internet had exploded.

[Silas Doing It For Love! Explosive!]

[Stella Joss Has Him Wrapped Around Her Finger! Explosive!]

The comments were full of wild theories, and I barely made it through two pages before nearly dying from embarrassment.

[Stella’s life is my dream!]

[Cancel everything, I’m flying to New York!]

[Spit it out, what’s the real story here?]

Even the crew had started giving me and Silas these knowing looks, like they were in on some secret.

I was completely lost.

What on earth was going on?

Wasn’t it possible that Silas was just talking about the dry weather?

…

The rumors online were spiraling out of control, and my face was burning so red it felt like it could catch fire.

Meanwhile, the one responsible for this mess, Silas, was still on set, doing wirework, completely unaware of the chaos brewing online.

With no other option, I unlocked his phone and posted a picture of his sinusitis diagnosis in the comments.

[The dry climate is really tough on those with sinus issues.]

I’d been managing Silas’s social media for a while, so this wasn’t anything new.

As soon as I posted that, the furious online chatter came to a screeching halt, the silence almost deafening.

It took a moment for people to process, and then a fresh wave of comments flooded in.

[Silas, have you considered working for a clickbait site? Because if you do, I’m calling the cops.]

[I need to stop overthinking everything. My heart can’t take it.]

[Anyone else suddenly feels a little defeated?]

[So ‘dry’ was just describing the weather, not… anything else?]

[Am I the only one who’s been sweating buckets in Orlando?]

[Whoever posted that, you’ve earned yourself a job writing headlines with Silas!]

And on it went, but at least the conversation had returned to something resembling normalcy.

Seeing things settle down, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I turned around, I ran right into Silas, who had just finished his scene.

He was wearing a white shirt, slightly damp with sweat, which clung just enough to highlight his strong chest, giving him a sort of understated allure.

His damp hair fell over his forehead, partly hiding those intense eyes.

I was momentarily stunned.

It wasn’t until he called my name that I snapped out of it, quickly swallowing and managing a response.

Noticing my flustered reaction, a small, knowing smile curved on Silas’s lips. His voice was soft and teasing.

“Today’s shoot is done. How about I take you out for a walk this afternoon?”

“Uh… sure,” I mumbled, still a bit dazed. Then I remembered the whole Instagram fiasco and hurried to explain as I followed him, sticking close behind.

I told him I’d used his phone to clarify things, conveniently leaving out the more… interesting comments from the fans.

“You’re pretty sharp, aren’t you?”

Silas’s narrow eyes twinkled with amusement as he listened to me. He just nodded and didn’t ask any more questions, his expression giving nothing away.

Was he upset? It didn’t seem like it.

Was he complimenting me? That didn’t seem right either.

I was completely confused. Just as I was about to catch up and ask him more, Silas gently held me back with his long fingers.

He pointed to a sign near the door, his smile turning into a playful grin.

I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw four big letters.

[Men’s Bathhouse]

My face flushed bright red, and I scrambled away in the opposite direction, mortified.

Behind me, Silas’s smile was both charming and gently teasing.

…

The filming location had shifted to a more remote spot.

Neither Silas nor I made any effort to disguise ourselves, and there weren’t many people around who recognized us.

It felt great, like we were just a regular couple on a casual date.

He held my hand as we wandered through a series of quirky little shops.

Everything was filled with fascinating, unusual items that caught my interest.

We came across a fruit stand, and I noticed some large, round pears. I asked the vendor, “Are these sweet?”

I expected him to give a standard sales pitch, but instead, he confidently picked out a pear, sliced a piece with a fruit knife, and handed it to me, then gave a piece to Silas.

“Try it. If it’s not sweet, it’s free!”

I’d never seen a sales approach like that before. Surprised but polite, I took the pear and thanked him before taking a bite.

I chewed thoughtfully and exchanged a knowing look with Silas.

Before I could figure out how to politely give feedback, Silas took the knife from the vendor, sliced another piece, and handed it back with a smile.

The vendor tried the pear, then suggested, “Maybe you should try some apples instead…”

Silas glanced at me, his eyebrows raised in a playful, questioning manner.

In the end, he bought both apples and pears.

On the way back, I couldn’t help but laugh. When I met Silas’s gaze, I genuinely complimented him, “You’re quite the clever one.”

“The pears are okay. We can use them to make juice for the crew. They’re low in sugar, so even those on a diet can have some,” Silas said.

I nodded, agreeing with him.

Silas had a striking appearance, his eyes slightly upturned, his lips a vivid red. He could easily charm anyone. Yet, his eyes often had a warm, gentle smile.

There were times I nearly got lost in his captivating gaze, but I’d remind myself to stay focused.

Think of the billion. Think of the billion!

Men are like clothes, but money is family!

…