Page 159 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I can almost hear the seconds ticking in my ears as they wait for my answer.

Two pairs of eyes are examining me with interest. These two are the closest to me. They can sense if there’s even a simple change in my demeanor.

I shouldn’t have come here. I don’t have to be here. These things are operated by the duo who is currently probing me with their gazes.

I never come to the studio to watch the shoots. Numerous photoshoots take place in this studio on a daily basis. I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to watch the whole process.

My role is to go through the end results of the said shoots.

So obviously, I raised eyebrows by coming here.

I specifically cancelled two meetings just so I could watch her. I am so addicted to her. If I can’t touch her, I want to see her.

Work is everything to me. My number one priority. So my actions are concerning. And even if I am aware of that, I am not doing anything to rectify it.

And these two have noticed this.

“RJ! Hannah! We need you here.” Brielle calls out, saving me from an unwanted and uncomfortable conversation.

Hannah and Raleigh being the passionate workaholics, immediately forget all about their interrogation and leave me alone.

An intern carries a chair for me to sit. As soon as I sit down, the other gets me a cup of coffee.

Leaning back in the seat, I sip the bitter coffee and watch my sweet little liar.

???

I ask one of the interns to grab another chair as the photographer takes a break.

Summer looks at me and grins. She is pleased to see that I am still here. A corner of my mouth lifts up.

She takes an excited step in my direction but is stopped by Mason. She glances back at me hesitantly and I wave at her, telling her silently that I’ll be here.

The smile she shoots me is breathtaking.

Then hesitantly she takes her eyes off me and turns to Mason. They lean over the monitor, probably to check the pictures.

I am typing out an email on my phone when a shadow falls over me. I look up.

One of the female models wearing a similar dress like Summer’s is smiling down at me. “Is this seat taken?”

“Yes.”

“You’re funny.” She laughs and settles into the chair, scooting it closer to mine. “I’m Molly by the way.”

I frown internally. I wasn’t joking. That seat was reserved for Summer and now she has acquired it. I don’t like it but I remain silent.

“Archer Kim.”

“I know who you are. I am a huge fan.”

I lift a brow.

“The moment I first saw the Forbes under 30 magazine cover featuring you, I knew I had to see you. I worked hard to become a model and here I am!” She smiles.

“I hope that you love what you do and are not doing this merely because of me.”

“Oh, no. I love my job. It pays well and I am quite popular on social media.”

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