My Baby's Daddy

“Is Harmony with you?” “No, she’s gone to film. She’s not with me.” “Has she seen those rumors on the internet?” Ezekiel inquired. Sera smiled and replied, “She probably has, but she doesn’t care. Don’t worry, Mr. Weiss.” “I’m coming to explain it to her,” Ezekiel said before ending the call. Sera couldn’t help but glance at Harmony, who was filming, and wondered if Harmony could handle Ezekiel’s explanation.

In less than twenty minutes, Ezekiel’s car pulled over by the side of the road. He stepped out of the car with only his car keys and phone in hand and swiftly approached the set. Since everyone recognized him, no one impeded his progress.

Ezekiel entered the filming site and spotted the girl standing in the crowd, wearing a skirt. He patiently waited on the sidelines.

Sera approached him and greeted, “Mr. Weiss, you’ve arrived.” Ezekiel’s gaze remained fixed on Harmony. He noticed her expression and couldn’t help but ask, “Has she been crying?” “It’s a crying scene for her,” Sera explained.

Harmony looked up and saw Ezekiel standing on the set. Suddenly, she lost all composure. She said to the director, “Sir, I need a break.” “Go ahead! Your boyfriend is here anyway,” the director replied.

didn’t want to face him in this situation, what good would

an ambiguous relationship with his assistant, she would make it clear. She didn’t want

and have a proper chat.” Ezekiel looked at her with concern and agreed, “Okay, I also have something to discuss with you.” Harmony led the way, her mind filled with the images she had just seen. The assistant who had appeared at their door in the morning was clearly more dressed up than a typical assistant. Had

ahead. He expected Harmony to be furious and bombard him with questions. However, reality

cafe, a server promptly approached to take

corner seat away from

me.” Harmony nodded and replied, “Yes, I saw them. Actually, I don’t know you very well. You always seem mysterious to me. I was prepared for the possibility that you might have other women. It doesn’t matter. After all, in this society,