"Miss Zamora, you should head back first," Ignatius Leclair stood at the bedroom doorway and spoke indifferently.
Kyla Zamora's body trembled slightly as she replied, "Alright. It's just that Delphine has been under a lot of pressure from filming lately. If she said something rash, I hope you can be understanding and not hold it against the young lady."
Kyla wanted to say more, but when she saw the man's deep gaze, dark as ink, fixed unwaveringly on Delphine, as if he hadn't heard a single word she'd said, her words faltered, and she quietly retreated.
As Kyla left, the expansive suite fell into a deathly silence. Ignatius bent down to retrieve the food delivered by the hotel and spoke gravely, "Eat some food first. It'll give you strength to continue filming. Don't you always love acting?"
