Albert, being a man, could sense the threatening aura emanating from another man, as if silently saying: This is my woman, you're not allowed to make a move.
The curve of his lips deepened involuntarily; he gently pinched his slightly sore right hand with his left, and his warm yet intense gaze turned towards Aurelia Shaw, seemingly on purpose.
"How is the progress with the filming? Have you encountered any difficulties? I remember the role you're playing is a painter with autism. I know a very famous painter; would you like me to introduce you?"
Aurelia's eyes lit up, "Of course!" She's been worried about finding a professional to guide her.
Albert looked at her radiant smile and couldn't help wanting to touch her head. Just as he raised his hand, a cold, tall figure stood between them, and Mason Nightshade's dark face and deep, hawk-like eyes met his gaze.
