"Senior Brother, are you angry? I'm sorry, I..."
"It's nothing. I just want to tell you that you must be the leading lady in this show. I'm willing to wait until the day you can join, whether it's two weeks, two months, or two years..."
Wyatt Sterling's words left her speechless. How could she repay his trust and kindness?
"Senior Brother, if you can replace me, you should. I'm afraid I might affect the entire crew's schedule because of me."
"No one else can play that role." His voice was still gentle, but there was an inexplicable determination in it.
Sophie Smith parted her lips, but she couldn't bring herself to voice any refusal.
"Get some rest early; you were caught in the rain today. Be careful not to catch a cold," he softly advised a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Sophie Smith lay in bed; it was large, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.
Likewise, Asher Land in the guest room next door couldn't sleep either.
