"I know, right? My boyfriend has never picked me up or dropped me off, let alone cooked for me."
"I'm suddenly craving a meal cooked by your Dr. Shaw. I'm so jealous."
Thanks to Peach and her big mouth, the entire film crew knew that Aiden Shaw cooked for Laura Lowell personally.
Right now, a group of actresses was gathered around Laura Lowell and Aiden Shaw, chattering away.
'What a bunch of green-eyed monsters.'
Aiden Shaw's well-defined fingertips eased open Laura Lowell's palm, his face holding a gentle, breezy smile.
"Excuse us, it's getting late. We're heading home now."
Aiden Shaw gave everyone a nod, then took Laura Lowell by the hand and got into the car.
Not far away, Vivian Yardley stood under the lights, hands in her pockets, her long, striking eyes suddenly darkening.
Inside the car, Laura Lowell rested her head against the passenger seat, a hesitant look on her face, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
