On the set, Avery instinctively furrowed his brow as he caught a glimpse in their direction.
Hyvin was here again, chatting with Leah.
Avery always had this nagging feeling that Hyvin was up to no good. Every time Hyvin looked at Leah, his eyes seemed off.
Right now, they were in the middle of a scene where the male lead gets jealous, and Avery's subtle expressions were expertly captured by the director.
The expression was natural. What an acting maestro! His handling of the character's emotions was textbook perfect.
"Cut!"
The scene wrapped up smoothly.
For lunch, Leah had ordered some selected steak to Avery's liking.
"Their steak is authentic, absolutely to die for," she said, licking her lips. Her stomach had already growled in anticipation.
Avery stayed silent, an odd tension hanging in the air.
Leah sensed something was off and asked nonchalantly, "Avery, deep in thought about the script?"
"No," he said, his thick eyebrows knitting together.
"Are you not in the mood for the steak today? Too greasy? I can grab us something lighter, like a California salad?"
"It's not that, just feeling a bit drained," Avery replied, his mood souring for no apparent reason. His gaze then fell on the artifact dangling from Leah's bag, the one Hyvin had given her, he noticed.
Pretending to be clueless, he inquired, "Where'd you get that artifact? Didn't see it on your bag this morning."
"Oh, Hyvin gave it to me. He picked it up abroad," Leah explained, adding quickly, "He got a bunch for his friends too."
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