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On that day, Yvette attended one of her schedules, but in the middle of the work, she couldn't help but think about what happened while Clyde was too sleepy, and he waited for her until she finished blow-drying her hair and joined her on the bed as well.

There's something about it that she likes, but at the same time, she hates it.

"You looked bothered, Yvette," her make-up artist pointed out, and she slowly realized it reflected on her expression while she sat in front of the mirror.

She relaxed her furrowed brows as she looked at the mirror when she realized that she was spacing out just because of what happened.

"Is it because of the rumor?" her hairstylist, who was busy styling her hair, asked softly.

"What rumor?" Yvette asked absentmindedly.

She's in her dressing room with her name outside the door of the show she's in for an interview on one of the well-known talk shows in Hollywood, which has the name of the interviewer himself.

"You know, everyone's speculating about Mr. Smit