Kristy's POV: "How many more scenes do we need to shoot?" Ryan changed out of his costume for the current scene and asked his assistant. Watching Ryan continue to ignore me, I grew increasingly puzzled. Just yesterday, Ryan had been so warm and friendly, but today he was completely ignoring me. It must be because of something Yura said behind my back. My hatred for Yura deepened in my heart. I couldn't understand—what was so great about Yura? She wasn't even that pretty and was older than Ryan. Yura must be shamelessly clinging to Ryan just because she's pregnant. Jealousy burned inside me. When it came to looks, family background, or talent, was there anything I lacked compared to Yura? I was convinced that with a little more effort, I could steal Ryan away from Yura. "Ryan, how should I portray this part of the relationship in this scene? I feel like I can't quite grasp it." I furrowed my brows, pretending to be eager to learn. Ryan remained expressionless, deliberately keeping his distance as he replied coolly, "You need to immerse yourself more in the character's emotions. Try putting yourself in their shoes—that's how you'll make the performance feel more naturally." I could tell Ryan was avoiding me, but I still smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Ryan. Having you here makes me feel so much more at ease on set." But inside, I was seething with anger. Ryan's POV: In the evening, I returned home from the set. The thought of Kristy's subtle flirtations throughout the day made me uncomfortable. Yura had just finished showering and came downstairs. Seeing me, she asked softly, "You're back. Was the shooting smooth today?" "It went well." My body burned with desire the moment I saw her. I pulled her into my arms. "Let me hug you."I hugged her tightly, her warm, soft body making me hard instantly. Yura realized what I wanted and quickly pushed me away. "No, I'm still pregnant, and it's not stable yet." I kissed her anyway. Lost in the heat of the moment, Yura managed to regain her composure and pushed me back. "No, I don't want to," she said rationally. "But I want to." I was already aching, my erection straining against my pants. My inner wolf howled with excitement, ready to claim her. I pinned her down on the sofa, breathing heavily. "Just once, okay? The doctor said it's fine occasionally." Since that one-night stand, Yura became pregnant, and I haven't had any intimate relations with her since. Several months have passed since that encounter. For someone like me, who loves Yura so deeply, seeing the woman I adore constantly around me yet being unable to be with her is truly agonizing. Especially after a day of enduring Kristy's teasing, seeing Yura again pushed me past the brink of self-control. Pinning her down, I crushed my lips against hers. "Don't reject me." I gasped between feverish kisses, locking her tightly in my arms. Yura's breath hitched. "Ryan, stop." She tried to twist away, but my grip was unyielding. My hand slid under her clothes, reaching her soft and swollen breasts. Her nipple hardened under my touch. I immediately covered one with my mouth, sucking greedily. "Ah—!" A moan escaped from Yura as my other hand dipped lower, discovering her drenched folds. Her arousal soaked my fingers, dripping onto the bed. Under this onslaught of desire, Yura finally surrendered. She wrapped her arms around my neck, responding passionately. We clung to each other, moving from the couch to the bed. The night was filled with passion. Yura's POV: When I woke up in the morning, my whole body ached. I rubbed my lower back with a grimace. Ryan had worn me out the day before, and on top of that, the pregnancy made me feel even worse. I struggled to get up, accidentally waking Ryan, who was sleeping beside me. "What's wrong? Not feeling well?" Ryan grinned at me. Remembering our wild passion from yesterday, my face burned with embarrassment. "I ... I think I'm just exhausted." Ryan chuckled, perhaps noticing my shyness, and didn't press further. Eager to change the subject, I quickly asked, "Don't you have a shoot today? It's already nine—shouldn't you be heading out?" Ryan lounged lazily in bed and said in a low voice, "It's a night shoot today. No scenes for me in the daytime, so I can stay home and keep you company." He emphasized "keep you company" with a teasing edge, making me blush even harder. "If you won't get up, then I will." I tugged the blanket aside and slowly climbed out of bed. Downstairs, Zera had already started calling, "What time do you think it is? Come down for breakfast already!" I nudged Ryan urgently. "Hurry up—your mom's getting impatient." Knowing his mother's temper, Ryan quickly rolled out of bed to shield me from her nagging. "Got it, Mom," Ryan called back. "We'll be right down."