When I opened the door, countless pig eyes stared back at me.

I stood there in silence for a moment.

I took a few steps back and closed the door.

I was now seriously doubting whether he had a drawer with Piggy's underpants.

As I was pondering this, I turned around and suddenly bumped into Emilio, who I didn't realize was standing behind me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I held up the rag in my hand and said matter-of-factly, "Cleaning."

Emilio just stood there silently, his face tense.

A certain memorable scene suddenly popped into my mind again.

I suppressed the urge to laugh.

I said seriously, "You know, everyone has their preferences. I liked GGBond when I was little, so Mr. Warren, you don't need to worry about it too much."

Under his piercing gaze, my smile froze on my face.

I added, "Uh, I just remember I need to water the flowers, so I'll be going now."

I escaped his line of sight and heaved a sigh of relief.

After watering the flowers, I sat down in a chair and snuck in a quick rest.

I opened Twitter and saw many comments from my fans.

[Aileen, where are you?]

[Aileen, are you okay?]

[Babe, don't scare me, come out.]

There were also quite a few gloating comments.

[No news for days, does that mean she's done for?]

[Heh, she must be in hot water after pissing off Emilio.]

[Serves her right. Can't blame anyone else.]

I quickly posted an update to let my fans know I was alright.

My phone soon buzzed as a message came from my agent.

Tia said the drama I had previously signed onto suddenly needed me on set that afternoon.

She asked if I could work things out with Emilio.

...

Back in the living room, Emilio was sitting on the couch reading the script.

I brought over a plate of sliced fruit and set it on the table.

He didn't even look up from the script.

I said, "Mr. Warren, I have something I need to talk to you about."

He put down the script and looked at me.

I continued, "Well, I have a drama that's starting filming this afternoon. Can I get some time off?"

Desperate for him to agree, I quickly added, "Don't worry, my scenes aren't that many. I can finish it in a day."

Emilio tossed the script aside and raised an eyebrow at me. "If you run off again like last time, how am I supposed to find you?"

I reassured him, "Don't worry, I absolutely won't run off again, I swear.

"If you still don't trust me, how about I leave my ID card with you? Would that work?"