Ten minutes later, Ryan returned to the room, holding a bowl of chicken soup. "Yura, this is freshly stewed hen soup. It's nutritious. Give it a try," he said. "Thanks," I replied with a faint smile, reaching out to take the bowl from him. But Ryan didn't hand it over. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, leaned in close to my ear, and said in his rich, velvety voice, "Let me feed you." His magnetic voice made my ears flush with heat. "That's not necessary, I can do it myself ... " I started to say. But before I could finish, Ryan scooped up a spoonful of soup, gently blew on it, then carefully brought it to my lips. "It's not hot anymore. You can drink it now." "Okay," I murmured, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest as I gave a slight nod. Ryan continued feeding me the soup slowly, his patience unwavering. Looking at his handsome face so close to mine, I felt my heart skip a beat. Ryan was an amazing guy. Good-looking, from a prominent family, a celebrity—and most importantly, completely devoted to me. Kind. Patient. Gentle. Men like him were rare. But no matter how hard I tried, Timothy's tall figure still lingered in my mind. I wondered if his leg had fully recovered by now. Even now, I still can't believe that Timothy had truly fallen for someone else. I just couldn't understand why he was so heartless to me that day. Ryan must've noticed I was lost in thought. He set the bowl down and gently pulled me into his arms. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly. Snapping out of it, I pushed the thoughts aside and gave a faint smile. "Nothing." "Stop overthinking, okay? Nothing is going on between me and Kristy," Ryan murmured, pressing a deep kiss on my forehead. Rosaline's POV:I was in my office, reviewing the recent streaming data from the platforms online, when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I said. Jasper walked in, holding a tablet in his hand. "Is something the matter?" I looked up at Jasper. "The post-production for The Call of the Wild is pretty much done. This is the latest cut they just delivered. Since you're in the office today, I figured you'd want to take a look." As he spoke, Jasper swiped across the tablet screen, opened the sample video, and handed it to me. I took the tablet and began watching attentively. The cinematography and close-ups were spot on, and the scenes that required visual effects were seamlessly done—clean, polished, and cinema-ready. Nothing looked rough, even if blown up on a big screen. I reviewed several key scenes—some of the most important moments in The Call of the Wild. These had to be perfect. Once I confirmed that the lighting and edits were all up to standard, I nodded in approval and handed the tablet back to Jasper. "The post work looks great. Start prepping everything and send the sample cut over to the International Film Festival. If all goes well, hopefully, we can take home the top prize. That would be a huge win for the company." Jasper nodded, then hesitated for a moment. Tapping his index finger lightly on the desk, he looked up and added, "By the way, while you were out these past few days, I heard that Universal Media is also entering an indie film for the International Film Festival. They're aiming for the gold too." "Really?" I asked, watching him closely. He nodded again. "Yeah. Their film's in a completely different genre than ours, but Universal Media's been in the game way longer than we have. They're a legacy studio in Rivemon—more experience, more industry pull. And from what I hear, they've already lined up several completed films to release across major platforms and theaters. I think they're planning to lean heavily on those numbers for leverage. "The Call of the Wild already has enough buzz behind it, and since you just gave the green light on the post, do you think we should push for an early release? Maybe go head-to-head with Universal Media before the festival? Otherwise, a brand-new film like ours might get lost in the shuffle." But I shook my head. I'd already made up my mind. "No need. I know you believe in this film as much as I do. Let's finish everything properly and send it straight to the International Film Festival when it's ready."Jasper paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement and left the room. Not long after, a call came through from reception. "Ms. Sinclair, the CEO of Wild Pack Group is here. He's asking to see you." Michael? Just hearing that name gave me a bit of a headache. Still, considering we'd just taken on Wild Pack's business, it wouldn't be right to turn a partner away. "All right," I said. "Send Mr. Crawford up." Michael walked into my office with his usual easy smile. "Ms. Sinclair." I glanced up and pushed a freshly brewed cup of coffee—poured moments ago by my assistant—toward him. "Mr. Crawford, there's no need for formalities. But tell me, are you here because there's an issue with the script? If something's wrong, just say it—I'm happy to help." "No, no, nothing like that." Michael quickly waved his hand, his expression earnest but slightly uneasy. After a long pause, he finally spoke, somewhat haltingly. "I came to apologize."