"Thanks, but no. Ivy was recommended by the assistant director, and I have to respect his choice. Besides, I can act accordingly after she joins the team."

If Ivy wanted to get a role that badly, then Rosalynn would just let her be.

After all, Ivy was a novice with limited acting experience. How well would she be able to do it?

If she made mistakes during the shooting, she might even leave on her own and quit.

Then, it wouldn't be anyone's fault.

"Alright. Whatever you decide."

Brian didn't particularly care about having to respect the directors.

Especially when he was a mere assistant director.

He was easily replaceable.

However, his wife had already made her decision, so he wouldn't insist.

His eyes trailed over her tantalizing body as she lay down on the bed, clad in nothing but a nightgown. Lifting his fingers, he gently traced the curve of her shoulder.

"Darling, it's almost noon. Are you getting up for Lunch? Or shall I 'feed' you in bed?"

His eyes gleamed as he spoke.

Rosalynn immediately understood the implication of his words and glared at him. "Get out."

Did he really offer to feed her in bed? She doubted it!

He must be thinking about having sex with her again!

Brian smiled wickedly. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over on the bed, pressing her body under his.

“Sweetie, don't be so heartless. Let me serve you."

Just Like that, Rosalynn was unable to say anything.

In the well-furnished villa of the Larson family, Ivy and Renata sat on the leather sofa.