"Rosaline?" Even in his dazed state, Jasper still called that wretched woman's name. A surge of intense hatred welled up within me. But this worked in my favor—so long as he had desired. Seizing the moment, I placed the clothes aside and threw myself into his arms, my voice dripping with seduction. "Jasper, it's me. I'm Rosaline." So what if he mistook me for Rosaline? As long as I slept with Jasper and became his woman, he would have no choice but to take responsibility for me! Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Jasper was already losing himself. He pulled me into his embrace, whispering Rosaline's name repeatedly. This was the man of my dreams! I passionately kissed him, my hands reaching down to grasp his arousal, determined to seduce him completely. Come on, my love, lose yourself in me. Jasper groaned with pleasure under my touch. "Jasper, I love you so much!" One hand stroked his penis while the other wrapped tightly around his neck as I deepened the kiss. He accepted my kiss, and soon, our tongues tangled. His eyes were clouded with burning desire, his voice husky and filled with longing. "Ah, Rosaline. I love you, too. I've loved you for so many years. I'm so happy you're finally willing to accept me." I swallowed down my jealousy and continued kissing him passionately. The temperature in the bathroom rose steadily. Jasper's POV: Her hands rushed over my penis. Something felt off. No—this wasn't Rosaline!Rosaline would never be this bold! I shook my head furiously, struggling to clear my mind. A sliver of clarity broke through the haze, and I finally saw the woman in my arms clearly. Candice. "Candice, what the hell are you doing?!" Summoning every ounce of willpower, I shoved her away. I reached for the shower knob and turned on the cold water, forcing myself to snap out of it. "Jasper, I truly love you." Candice's voice trembled with unwillingness. As the freezing water hit my skin, my senses returned utterly. Disgust twisted in my stomach as I spat out a single word, "Get out!" At that moment, I understood—I had been drugged. But how? I hadn't eaten or drunk anything. Then, I noticed the scented candle on the counter. It had to be that! Candice looked at me with pitiful eyes, feigning vulnerability. When I shoved her away earlier, she had hit the sink. I ignored her, hurriedly dress up and left without looking back. On the way home, a wave of lingering fear swept over me. How could I have mistaken her for Rosaline? I had nearly made a terrible mistake. Luckily, I hadn't inhaled too much of the aphrodisiac's scent, or things would have ended badly. Candice's POV: The next day, I arrived on set as scheduled. Though last night's plan hadn't succeeded, being invited to guest star was still an opportunity delivered by fate itself. Rosaline, just you wait! Today's shoot involved a kiss scene. Rosaline and Jasper shot the scene with a simple camera trick, and it was quickly approved.But to me, watching Jasper hold Rosaline so intimately, I could tell this wasn't just acting. His gaze was filled with genuine love. The memory of last night resurfaced. The cold indifference Jasper showed me contrasted sharply with the tender affection he now lavished on Rosaline. Rosaline, who stole Jasper—why won't she die?! Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed Sarah standing nearby, her expression twisted with jealousy. Hmm? Interesting. I had long heard rumors about her undying love for Jasper and how she had chased after him relentlessly. This was divine intervention! At that moment, a group of crew members walked past, carrying props for the next scene. My mind worked quickly. Since someone else hated Rosaline as much as I did, why not let her take the fall? I discreetly pulled out my phone and sent a message to the crew member I had bribed. This time, Rosaline was doomed. As the scene wrapped up, I approached Rosaline with a friendly smile, pretending to be enthusiastic. "Ms. Sinclair, your performance with Jasper just now was incredible! Could you teach me some acting techniques?" I feigned sincerity. "Even though Jasper said my role doesn't require much acting skill, I still want to improve." Rosaline's POV: I quietly observed Candice's face. This woman had repeatedly caused trouble for me and even tried to harm me. Yet now she was acting friendly as if nothing had happened? When someone acts overly kind without reason, they're usually scheming something. What was she up to now?"Of course," I agreed immediately. I was curious to see what game she was playing. We sat under the studio's resting area as I explained the nuances of acting. Candice appeared to listen attentively. Sarah happened to walk by and stopped abruptly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Ms. Sinclair, I didn't know you were qualified to teach acting." I lifted my gaze to her, my brows slightly furrowing. Someone like Sarah, who couldn't control her emotions, was bound to suffer for it someday. At that moment, Gordon, the assistant director, politely asked, "Ms. Sinclair, Sarah, are you both ready? We're about to film the next scene." I nodded. "No problem, let's begin."