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.

and practically downed it

down the glass, she looked at Jerome, who was

"Mr. Madden."

Lizetta felt an added pressure and stumbled

someone use milk to summon courage.

a napkin and pointing to the

quickly took the napkin and wiped her mouth, before she

heard Jerome ask, "Is it what you want to discuss that's stressing you out, or is

out a sigh and

might not be able to stay with the dance company anymore. The company needs to find

up, bowing deeply to Jerome to

dancers for this performance and had invested heavily in script, stage, promotion, and costumes, aiming for

success.

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

expected Jerome to be furious, but he remained calm, even

it because the wedding

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