The usually indifferent actor bent down, picked up the food bags Lily had just placed aside, and spoke coolly:
"I'll help you."
The entire set froze.
Shock rippled through the crowd.
Was this real?
James had been famous for years.
Cold.
Detached.
Never once had he actively helped anyone—
Especially not a female artist.
Lily looked up in surprise.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
Before the astonishment could settle, another voice burst in—
"Goddess Lily! I'll help too!"
Alfred ran over excitedly, eyes shining.
In an instant—
What should've been an embarrassing moment transformed into something enviable.
People stared.
Whispered.
Jealousy bloomed everywhere.
Behind them—
Jacob Cross' expression turned icy.
This damn woman, he thought darkly.
Flirting with men right under my nose.
And worse—
She didn't even realize it.
"Stop asking questions," Lily said hurriedly, pushing Alfred toward the studio. "Just hurry up and bring it inside."
