I took a deep sigh, one that felt like it carried the weight of everything I had been holding in. My chest ached, my mind was in chaos, and yet, his gaze kept following me—unmoving, unrelenting.
"Leave me alone for now, Hugo," I whispered, my eyes avoiding his. My heart thumped painfully, but I needed space, even if it was just a thin illusion of control.
For a moment, I thought he would argue. That he'd say something shameless again like he always did. But to my surprise, Hugo simply nodded. There was no frustration in his expression, just a quiet acceptance.
"Alright," he said, his voice lower, calmer than usual. He stood up, pulling out his phone from his pocket as he stepped away from me.
I didn't expect what he did next.
"I'll accept the offer for the show," he said to his manager on the line. "Yes, the couple's segment. I'll handle the details myself."
