Her arrogant attitude made it seem like she thought I was some pet she could summon at will.Pretending not to notice, I turned away and kept walking.“Jen, wait! I need to talk to you,” Jenny called after me.Really? This is how she asks for favours?I didn’t stop and kept walking.“I’ll pay for the meal,” she added, quickening her pace to catch up.“Someone else already offered to cover tonight’s meal. If Miss Smith wants to treat me, you’ll need to book me in advance.”"Look who's getting cocky—the naive little girl who needs others to protect her?"she said, hands on her hips and a look of pure frustration on her face.“…” Seeing Jenny’s emotions play out so clearly reminded me of how I used to be.Instead of defending myself, I said, "I can afford to be cocky because the person protecting me is powerful enough."Jenny pouted, clearly annoyed.Though she and Wendy shared a father, they only looked slightly similar. When making the same expressions, they gave completely di
“You’re an actress. You need to learn to control your emotions,” I said calmly.“And who do you think you are to tell me how to do my job?” Jenny glared at me, fuming.Ian, in his soft, innocent voice, chimed in, “My sister’s a decent human. You, on the other hand... not so sure.”The playful tone nearly made me burst out laughing.“Don’t think I won’t hit you!” Jenny snapped, raising her bag again.“Miss Smith…”“I know, I know—watch my image!” she muttered, lowering her bag reluctantly.I didn’t respond, watching as she straightened up, crossed her arms, and fixed her gaze on me. "Mr. Walker used his connections to cancel all my recent work. I've lost a lot. Tell me, how are we going to fix this?"“If he’s the one who canceled your work, you should take it up with him.”Jenny frowned, clearly annoyed. “He did it because of you!”“Did he say that to you directly?”“Well… no. But I can tell.”“What did you do to me that made him so angry?”“I…” She paused, lowering her v
Using the serving spoon, she placed an escargot on her plate, then picked it up with her own fork and took a bite."This taste..." Jenny’s expression said it all as she went for another one.As she ate more, her furrowed brow gradually relaxed. Her face showed that the escargot had completely won her over.The dinner set came with a lot of dishes, thinking Jenny, being a celebrity, would watch her diet and just nibble. We expected leftovers, but surprisingly, she ate with more enthusiasm than both of us combined.In just fifteen minutes, most of our food was gone.Jenny showed no signs of stopping, so I quietly pulled out my phone to order more.The spices were strong, making Jenny take quick breaths to ease the burn.She grabbed her glass and took a few sips of water. "A cold beer would be perfect right now."I thought: Shouldn't she prefer wine, given her taste?This Jenny was very different from what I'd expected.If I hadn't known her before and wasn't certain this was re
I'd always seen Jenny as a proud peacock who looked down on everything. I never expected her to be so insightful."We've only met a few times, Miss Smith. It makes me uneasy that you're being so open with me.""If you dare repeat any of this, I'll..." Jenny made a slicing motion across her neck, grabbed her purse, and left.Her behavior tonight was unusual. After thinking it over, I texted Wendy.Wendy: She has these episodes sometimes. Just ignore her.Me: Does she open up to you too?Wendy: When she's drunk. After sobering up, she'll call and yell at me.Me: She wasn't drinking today.Wendy: No drinking = definitely drinking. Stay away from her tomorrow.Me: ...Just as Wendy predicted, Jenny intercepted me on my way to work the next day.I pulled over to the side of the road.Jenny knocked on my window, gesturing for me to roll it down.I sat still in my car.She knocked again, more impatiently.I still didn't move. We stayed at this standoff for a while.Jenny stood
These matters were beyond my control.Right now, I needed to focus on my work and handle the tasks at hand.That evening, when I got home, Luke was at the door with takeout containers.His perfect timing was thanks to the kid.After last night's events, I couldn't keep up my cold front with Luke anymore.Feeling slightly awkward, I greeted Luke and opened the gate.After dinner, as usual, Luke played games with the kid before their study session.Ian had a precise internal clock—every night at nine, he'd go to his room to wash up, and by nine-thirty, he'd be in bed.With Luke here, he took over the bedtime story duty.I had no idea that tonight's bedtime chat between Luke and the kid would uncover a secret I'd kept hidden for so long.After Ruby's artists learned about her resignation, they became anxious. Some called me to probe about why she was leaving."Ruby's resignation is about her career planning. It won't affect your future development."I couldn't mention the phot
Selfishly, I didn't want her to become George's artist, fearing it might create problems that would harm Penelope's interests.I couldn't share my true thoughts with Mr. Lloyd, so like everyone else, I had to wait for his decision.Having never been a manager, I knew little about their daily work.Until Ruby's artists were assigned to suitable managers, I needed to handle their schedules and deal with any emergencies.To do this job well, I had to keep learning.While Luke was upstairs with the kid, I sat on the couch reviewing management logs, noting important information.Time passed, and Luke came downstairs.Hearing his footsteps, I paused my reading. Though I tried to focus on the book, my attention was entirely on him.Luke walked slowly, his eyes fixed on me.Maybe I was imagining it, but he seemed different somehow.In the short distance of about ten steps, it felt like he took forever.Sensing something was up, I looked at him.Our eyes met, and his obsidian eyes h
Luke's night was very different from mine.Back home, he stayed in his study, chain-smoking until dawn. When the sky began to lighten, he put out his last cigarette and went to the window. Opening it, the cold wind swept away the heavy tobacco smell....In the morning, Luke showed up at my house with breakfast.After last night, sharing space with him felt awkward.During breakfast, Luke asked Ian, "Want to go to Sharonville?""The Sharonville from last night's game?"The game Luke and Ian played had been set in Sharonville.Luke had explained the city's history to Ian, and its importance to the country.Luke nodded."I'd love to see the country's most prosperous city someday."Luke maintained his usual elegance. "That chance is here now."I realized Luke's introduction of Sharonville last night had been deliberate.Before Ian could answer, I said, "I'm too busy with work to leave Johnsonville right now.""I can take him.""Thank you for the offer, Mr. Walker, but I can
Ian was Mr. Lloyd's son, I wouldn’t know how to face him if anything happens."Stop poking it. I'll keep you both safe."At Luke's reminder, I noticed I'd stabbed the pancake repeatedly, like it had been through torture.I lost my appetite.Having been taught that wasting food was shameful, I frowned and picked up the pancake."Eating when you're full will upset your stomach."Luke took my plate and utensils, finishing the remaining pancake himself.Those... were my fork.Luke didn't care about such little details.He got up to clear the table.He'd been handling our breakfast and dinner lately."What happened at Marianne's house? She's taken so many days off.""Nothing happened," Luke said, stacking the plates. "I booked her a tour package—paid vacation."I thought: Really?He'd planned this from the start.“I think Marianne should be back soon.""Luke, I'll never trust you again! Take Goofy home today and don't come back!"“Jen, if Uncle Luke takes Goofy away, does t
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit