“You're right about that. Youth certainly has its advantages."

Last, she continued, "oned iges!"

Her hand started to venture further down. Images of the previous night flooded Hutton's mind, causing his heart rate to pick up.

He grasped her wandering hand, his voice wavering a bit.

“Should I take responsibility?”

Valeria glanced into his eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

“Hutton, do you feel like you've been taken advantage of? Are you implying that I should take responsibility for you?"

Hutton pulled his hand back and retorted, "What are you implying?"

“Oh? So, you don't need me to take any responsibility? Well, don't hesitate to reach out if you ever need me again." With that, Valeria adjusted her clothing and sauntered off to the bathroom.

A dark look crossed Hutton's face.

“Valeria, you didn't take it seriously at all?"

“Don't you want to enjoy life, Hutton?"

Hutton found himself at a loss for words.

Just as he'd expected, her stint in showbiz had made straightforward.

Why did he feel like she needed him to take responsibility for Obviously, he was wrong.

Just then, a sudden ringtone filled the room.

"Ah, my phone is ringing.”

Valeria ducked to pick her bag from the floor and fish her phone out.

It was a call from her agent.

She answered it, but before she could even say hello, she was greeted by a rude scolding.

"Valeria! Did you spend the night with some guy? Don't you realize that you are a celebrity now? Or are you simply itching to ruin your reputation? Do you even have an ounce of self-respect left?"

Valeria pulled her phone away a couple of inches away from her ear and frowned.