Claire's POV
"We will soon have a cast interview, so please keep your schedules free," Damian announced, effortlessly shifting the attention away from the tension in the room.
The crew immediately buzzed with excitement, discussing potential questions and what they would wear for the big event. But I could barely focus.
Underneath the table, my hands clenched into fists.
I didn't even need to look at Evander to feel the weight of his presence—his possessiveness wrapped around me like invisible chains, suffocating yet intoxicating. If it were me and I found that he might be working with women, I would feel the same.
He hadn't said a word.
But his silence was more audible than his words.
"Ahem." A deep voice broke through my thoughts.
Evander rose to his feet, his expression calm yet unreadable. "I have to head back home. My son might not sleep without me."
The crew members turned toward him in surprise before someone piped up, "Mr. Kensington, you really are a good father."
