World-renowned dancer Josephine Armstrong, who was being relentlessly pursued by an obsessive fan, found herself in an awkward encounter with the equally flustered Lawton Carter.
Lawton narrowed his eyes. "Where exactly did you just put your hands?"
Josephine flashed him a disarming smile. "Just playing the part of your savior. A little accidental touch is a small price to pay for rescuing you, don't you think? Besides," she added with a playful glint, "with a body like yours, it'd be a crime not to share the view." And with that, she sauntered off as if nothing had happened.
But fate had other plans. The next day, during her follow-up hospital appointment, Josephine froze. Standing before her in a white coat was the very man she'd "accidentally" groped the night before—now watching her with a chilling smirk.
Josephine: "..."
