The filming for Storm was finally over.
Back at the hotel, Emily started packing up her things.
“Did you find anything?” Kenneth stood by the window, phone in hand, watching her move around the room.
“I’ve seen a lot of obsessed fans, but this is on a different level. Someone managed to get your schedule, follow you all the way to Brenland, and even slip into your hotel. I’ve never seen that before.” Just talking about it made Kenneth’s eyes darken with worry.
“Find out exactly what’s going on.” If it was just a regular fan, catching them would have been enough. But if someone else was pulling strings behind the scenes, it might not end so easily. That kind of threat could show up again any time.
He hung up and set his phone aside, walking over to stand behind Emily as she packed. “When we’re back, the company should hire a few bodyguards for you,” he said quietly.
Her popularity was exploding. That kind of attention could be dangerous.
“Okay,” Emily replied softly. The memory of last night still made her uneasy, and she nodded without argument.
“Let’s go.” Kenneth took her bag, set it on her suitcase, then gripped the handle with his good hand and started walking toward the door.
As she watched him, tall and steady, Emily paused, then hurried to catch up. She reached out, her fingers wrapping gently around his sleeve.
Kenneth stopped, surprised. His gaze moved down to her hand tugging at his shirt.
She looked so small in her red dress, hair loose over her shoulders, a pale bucket hat crowning her head and making her dark eyes even rounder. Emily kept her head bowed, staring at the floor, but she didn’t let go.
He realized something. Since last night, she’d been sticking close to him.
Was she really that scared?
“Emily…” Kenneth didn’t move, his eyes lingering on her hand. His voice was a little rough. “You’re holding on to me?”

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