The next morning, Kenneth gave me the day off, so I slept until I woke up naturally.
When I went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, I spotted him immediately.
Kenneth sat by the window, legs crossed casually, reading a magazine. Even in such a relaxed posture, he carried an unmistakable air of quiet authority. Several women in the restaurant kept glancing in his direction.
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to avoid him. After all, acting during my free time was exhausting.
But as if sensing my presence, Kenneth suddenly looked up.
Our eyes met. Now I had no choice. I put on a bright smile and walked over with my breakfast tray.
"Morning."
Kenneth nodded and closed his magazine. I thought I would greet him and leave. But he spoke first.
"Sit."
Internally, I rolled my eyes. So
