Skye Brown's face was slightly flushed; this situation was entirely unexpected for her.
"I'm sorry... no, thank you... thank you..." Skye Brown fumbled as she extended her hands to stop the man's chest.
She merely wished to maintain some safe distance.
But this gesture seemed even more ambiguous to onlookers.
People on set had already noticed the interaction between the two.
It's unavoidable, as Norman York is handsome, impeccably good-looking, and a top-tier star who combines both popularity and talent in one.
Even without doing anything, standing there alone is enough to draw everyone's gaze.
If the industry didn't already know his temper wasn't great, and his sharp tongue towards those who approached him sycophantically, surely a crowd would have gathered around him on set under the guise of 'work reasons.'
And now, beside such an utterly attractive male star stands a soft-featured, sweet-tempered female director.
