"Mason Bennett, your thoughts are unhealthy," Bella Green said sternly, lecturing him.
"It's what any normal man would think," he replied as if it were obvious.
"Normal men don't pick a man as a partner."
Mason looked at her, paused for a few seconds, and continued, "You don't count as a man."
Bella: "..." Damn it!
"Let me go, I have to go shoot," Bella said sullenly.
A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Mason's eyes, but since today was the last shoot, he let her go willingly.
Bella patted her slightly flushed face and was the first to leave the prop room, but as soon as she stepped out, she froze.
Her face turned crimson in an instant, glaring at Louis Lawrence who was leaning against the wall at the door, smirking.
"Smiling so flirtatiously, are you in heat?"
Louis raised an eyebrow, his grin deepening, "In heat? Isn't it you two?"
