The morning sun streamed in through transparent curtains, but in a luxurious penthouse far from the warmth of affection, a man lounged on a cream sofa, staring at photographs laid before him. In the images, Leon Yu—his rival—was unmistakably captured kissing a woman under the starry sky. Leon Yu . The name twisted something bitter in his throat.
He sipped his tea slowly, the ceramic cup warm in his fingers as he smirked. He had paid a ridiculous sum to the paparazzi who claimed to have something "exclusive" on Leon. Turns out, it was worth every cent.
Just as he tilted the image to study it under better light, a slender figure in a silk robe slid into the room. "I'm off to the studio," she murmured as she leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, her arms winding around his neck in a familiar way.
"You're in a good mood today, Denise," he murmured, not looking up from the photo.
"I always am after a good night," she teased, voice syrupy.
