The makeup room was quiet, but outside, it was chaos.
Noises, music, discussions, applause... all intertwined, seeming to transform into waves, continuously battering Zoe Bell's fragile and sensitive heart at that moment.
But William Hale leaned in even closer.
He scrutinized her, observing her shock, nervousness, and confusion.
"What, you dare to ask but not to hear the answer?" His gaze was intense and compelling, looking at her, not giving her a chance to escape.
His breath was close, he tilted his head, and lightly nibbled her lips.
Like a nibble,
It made one's heart flutter and tingle.
"Mr. Hale, please don't joke with me."
Zoe Bell's heart raced.
Her gaze wandered, avoiding his.
"I'm very serious." William Hale reached out, gently grasping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, his voice deep, "Zoe Bell, don't hide."
"I'm not hiding."
"Then look at me."
