Lola followed Silo to the lobby, headed straight for her suite, which was booked just for her by the production crew. But on their way, her phone buzzed in her hand.
Checking who it was from, she smiled and slowed down. "Silo, I'll follow you."
Silo just glanced at her and nodded. Her stuff was heavy, and taking it to the suite to free himself from it was his only goal right now.
[From: Unknown]
Mommy, how are you~? Chacha and Second are working hard! Father Sir too!
DING!
[From: Unknown]
Don't forget to drink water, Mommy~! We miss you so so much~!
Her face softened as she read the messages from the same number their father was using.
"Goodness," she whispered with a chuckle, about to compose a reply when a hand suddenly grabbed her arm.
Lola paused as her brows knitted, gazing down at the hand holding her arm. Slowly, she looked up and turned, only for the warmth on her face to disappear in an instant.
There, standing before her, was Derek.
