Elena
I returned to my desk and faced my laptop, continuing to revise the script while occasionally glancing toward the set, where the once small and lifeless characters had begun to breathe life into their roles.
“Still angry?”
I looked away from the set, gazing at Andrew whose palms were on his pocket while leaning onto the pillar, looking at me with those irritating teasing smile of his.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You're being delusional, I'm not angry.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “I'm glad to hear that—otherwise, I would really be sad if ever you'd come to hate me.”
After dragging him to the corner earlier to reprimand him for what he said in front of Alaric and also in front of the staff—thank goodness the staffs were busy to deal with us so they didn't hear such pr
