The faint makeup was fresh and natural, accentuating Lydia Brooke's beauty like a painting.
Jorge Saxton got into the car, his gaze shifting from Lydia Brooke's face to her ankle, his fingers on both sides tightening slightly.
On stage, Lydia Brooke was dazzling and radiant, showing no signs of anything amiss, but Jorge Saxton's eyes remained fixed on her sprained ankle…
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The fan meeting lasted an hour and a half, during which Lydia Brooke even danced for the fans. Jorge Saxton watched Lydia Brooke with a faint smile on stage, wanting several times to rush up and carry her away to check her injury.
But he couldn't—not with so much media present. If he carried away Lydia Brooke, it would explode in the news by the next day, and Lydia would be even more displeased with him.
Finally, it was over. Watching Lydia Brooke walk towards the car escorted by security, Jorge Saxton let out a sigh of relief.
