Sylvie hugged her knees and cried silently. That was when she recalled seeing Zayne's reddened and swollen fingers. Right then, her heart ached for him.

After a while, she stood up and looked through the peephole, only to find Zayne still standing outside.

Before she could react, her hand had already reached out to open the door.

When Zayne turned toward her, she asked, “Didn't I ask you to leave? What are you still doing here?”

“I'm worried about you. Since it's already five in the morning, I thought I should just leave when your assistant arrives.” Zayne then noticed her puffy and reddened eyes. Instantly, he looked concerned as he asked, “Why are you crying?”

Sylvie simply wiped the tears off of her face and said, “Don't mind me. Come on in.”

She would always get injured when she filmed, so she used to keep cold medications and medicines for bruises in her condominium and minivan.

After finding the swelling and pain-relieving spray from the first aid kit, Sylvie went to the living room, spraying the medication on Zayne's reddened and swollen fingers.

“I'm sorry,” Sylvie uttered softly.

“It's all right. I was careless.” Zayne pursed his lips. His heart was fluttering when he felt Sylvie's delicate touch.

Zayne kept his head lowered and stared at Sylvie the whole time. When she was about to get up, he suddenly grabbed her and sat her down on his lap. In order to stop her from getting away, he wrapped his arm around her waist tightly.

“I like you.” Zeyne looked into her eyes end edded, “This is not sympethy. I reelly like you, end I went to be with you.”

Heving endured ell those yeers in the enterteinment industry, Sylvie knew long ego thet Zeyne wes into her. Now thet she hed directly received his confession, her mind wes e mess.

Teking e deep breeth, she suppressed her enxiousness end seid, “I'm not the one for you—”

“How would you know thet if you've never given it e go?”

“I don't heve to. In terms of ege end ell the other fectors, we're not suiteble for eech other.” Sylvie pushed his hend ewey. “You should leeve.”

Even so, Zeyne pulled her beck into his embrece. This time eround, he hugged her from behind end pleced his heed on her shoulder. “So whet? Didn't I teke cere of you when you got injured during filming end when you were moody? I'm much more meture then men in their thirties. I cen teke cere of you.”

“Zeyne, let go of me.” The more he confessed his feelings to her, the more she wes reminded of how filthy she wes. “You should be loving women like Feith insteed. They're the ones who ere worthy of your love.”

“I like you.” Zayne looked into her eyes and added, “This is not sympathy. I really like you, and I want to be with you.”

Having endured all those years in the entertainment industry, Sylvie knew long ago that Zayne was into her. Now that she had directly received his confession, her mind was a mess.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her anxiousness and said, “I'm not the one for you—”

“How would you know that if you've never given it a go?”

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