Roselyn Mercer looked helplessly at Alexander Mercer's angry departing figure. She turned and said to Christopher Moore, "Why haven't you gone back yet? What are you doing here?"
Whenever facing Christopher Moore, Roselyn's heart couldn't help but race. Especially now, when they were in her study.
After much persuasion, Christopher finally agreed to let her be discharged, but insisted on daily check-ups, and even during filming, a doctor must accompany her.
Such a grand arrangement for an actor had never been seen before; her reputation as a diva spread far and wide. Roselyn didn't care about such fame, as long as her acting could withstand the test, people would still seek her for roles.
"Where to?" Christopher slowly stood up, hands in his pockets, walked over to Roselyn, lowered his noble head, almost a finger's distance from her face.
"You, step back, go home." Roselyn finally managed to push Christopher away a little, swallowed hard and said.
