"Why did you suddenly stop?"
Daryl rubbed her nose and complained.
Zack turned around to look at her. He hovered above her slender figure, giving him the upper hand in their conversation. "From now on, I want you to stay out of how I discipline Benjamin."
"But..."
Daryl thought for a minute. She just couldn't find it in her heart to let Benjamin have his childhood taken away. After some deep contemplation, she finally gathered her courage to meet his gaze. "He's not a tool that you will just shape however you want to fit in your standard. He might be your successor, but he is still too young. Don't give him unnecessary pressure."
"Mommy is so nice!"
Benjamin eavesdropped on their conversation at the foot of the stairs with Maruko. He was moved by Daryl's words and he wanted to cry. No one cared for him like that.
Dillon said helplessly, "Bennie, let's take Maruko out for a stroll."
If Zack found out that they were eavesdropping on their conversation, both of them would be dead.
"No," Benjamin answered as he clenched his tiny fists. "I have to stay here. What if Daddy is mean to Mommy? Maruko, you have to help me protect her, okay?"
His pet seemed to understand him as it began to shake its tail.
Left with no choice, Dillon sighed heavily and accompanied Benjamin in his little escapade.
Zack bore his dagger look at Daryl. Then he asked in a warning tone, "Are you trying to oppose me?"
A chill ran down Daryl's spine. She fiddled with her fingers and murmured, "I'm not against you. I just have a different opinion."
All she wanted was for every child to be loved and pampered by their parents. The last thing that she wanted was for Benjamin to grow up emotionless like his father.
Zack only sneered at her before he proceeded to go upstairs.
Daryl stared at his retreating figure with a frown. How should she interpret his withdrawal without saying anything back to her?
Since she couldn't figure out what that meant, she decided to follow him.
Zack entered his study and sat in his swivel chair. On top of his desk was a contract.
"Sign this."
Even though his voice was low and calm, there was an overbearing tone that lay behind it.
Daryl picked the document up; it was an agreement. She scrutinized every detail on it. It required that her relationship with him should be kept hidden. Furthermore, if she wanted to resources from him, she should offer something in return. Besides, she wasn't allowed to film any intimate scenes. She shouldn't hold hands with or hug her co-stars. At that ridiculous section, she creased her forehead. "Why can't I hold hands or hug in a movie?"
She was an actress, and such scenes couldn't be avoided. There were instances that they could ask for the director to use a substitute, though. However, if she couldn't do such a simple thing as holding hands, then how would she appear in a movie?
Zack stared at her questioningly. "Do you want to hold another man's hand and hug him?"
He spoke in such a way that their surrounding almost dropped to a zero-degree temperature.
"That's not what I mean," she denied. "But if I can't even do such mundane scenes, then which director would cast me in their movie?"
"That's no longer your problem."
He withdrew his eyes from her and spoke indifferently.
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