How can he not be worried? Every time Rosie was in a movie, the male actors always flirted with her.
As her husband, all he could do was sit in the car scratching the seat, watching like a fool.
How could he not be angry?
Rosie knew he was jealous but didn't dare throw a tantrum, so he could only nuzzle her ear like a cat, and Charles said in a muffled voice, "Can't you just not go?"
"Charles."
"I know, a wife has her own dreams. You can't give up your dreams for the family." Although he said what Rosie wanted to say, he still sounded aggrieved.
He even sounded a bit nasally.
"I'm making a movie, not a drama series. It'll be quick."
"Where are you filming?" Charles was worried she would go far away. As a man, he had to admit, as long as his wife didn't speak to him for a day, he wouldn't feel secure.
"Colinn, it's close. Only a two-hour flight." Rosie wrapped her slender wrists around the man's warm neck to ease his emotions and plant a feather-like kiss.
