A single word, "family member," made Zoe Bell's cheeks flush a deep red.
She had just finished dancing and was panting slightly.
William Hale didn't assist her back to the makeup room, and the staff, noticing something was off with her body, quickly stepped forward to ask if she needed a doctor. They were at a professional competition, and there was a medical doctor on standby.
"No need, it's an old issue," Zoe replied, declining politely.
"Could someone get me a chair, thank you," William Hale requested instead.
Zoe felt a relief in her right leg as soon as she sat down.
She always carried painkillers in her bag. She was about to ask Kyle Lowe to fetch them for her, but to her surprise, William Hale actually bent down, half-kneeling, and began to massage her ankle.
"Mr. Hale..."
This was, after all, a public place.
