Lily didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer.
Some things, once thought too deeply about, only tangled the heart further. She had always been good at pulling herself back before emotions crossed the line into weakness.
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Lily had originally planned to return home late that night.
The filming schedule had been tight recently, and she was mentally drained. All she wanted was to shower, crawl into bed, and shut the world out for a few hours.
But fate, as usual, had other plans.
When she finished changing in the dressing room and stepped outside, her gaze inadvertently landed on a familiar sight parked not far away.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Her steps halted.
That sleek, understated luxury—there was no mistaking it.
Jacob Cross?
The realization came with an unexpected flicker of emotion.
That scumbag… actually came back?
Before she could stop herself, a hint of joy surfaced on Lily's face.
By the time she got into the car, she was already smiling.
