Jerome turned and said, "Come on in."

Lizetta watched his retreating back, pursed her lips, and reluctantly followed him inside.

"Have a seat," Jerome gestured towards the sofa in the sitting area.

Lizetta walked over and sat down, noticing Jerome moving to his desk to pick up the phone.

He instructed his secretary, "Bring in a glass of warm milk, please."

Lizetta was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No need, I'm just here to say a few words."

She feared that once she spoke up, the milk might end up being thrown in her face.

"Didn't you just finish rehearsal? Have some to replenish your energy. I wouldn't want anyone accusing me of mistreating a pregnant woman."

Indeed, Lizetta had just finished rehearsal and hadn't even had a chance to drink water.

Given Jerome's words, she didn't protest further; instead, she thanked him, and waited for the secretary to bring in the milk.

practically

she looked at Jerome, who was sitting opposite her

"Mr. Madden."

gaze, Lizetta felt an added pressure and stumbled over

use milk to summon courage. Here, you've got some on

Lizetta a napkin and pointing

and wiped her mouth,

what you want to

out a

this performance, I might not be able to stay with the

stood up, bowing deeply to Jerome to express her

braced herself for Jerome's anger, given that the dance company had hired top dancers for this performance and had invested heavily

success.

was Jerome who had given her this opportunity when she joined, and now

Jerome to be furious, but he remained calm,

it because the wedding didn't

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