"Honey, I miss you ...." Nathan approached Ivy in the changing room, but Ivy gently pushed Nathan away. Nathan slipped into the room very carefully while the crew was busy packing up after the shoot.
"Nate, not here. Do you want people to see us?" Ivy whispered as she gently slapped Nathan on the cheek.
"Come on, I miss you so much," Nathan whispered.
"I know, Nate," Ivy caressed Nathan's lips.
"But we're working. You know we have to keep our distance. We don't want our relationship to be picked up by the media. You don't want our careers to fall apart, do you?" Ivy hissed.
Nathan took a step back and looked at Ivy with a pleading gaze.
"Now you're spending more time with your loser husband," he muttered sulkily.
"Don't you love me anymore, Ivy?" Nathan lifted his gaze.
"Nate," Ivy
