Jackson Xander's face turned red again.

Sawyer was about to call cut, but someone patted his shoulder, and he turned around, eyes widening in surprise.

Then he shut his mouth again and quietly followed the person out.

...

Five minutes later, Sawyer returned with beads of cold sweat on his forehead. He wiped it off with his hand and looked at the two awkwardly huddled together in front of the camera, feeling his hair stand on end.

He whispered something into the photographer's ear, and the photographer's face turned a shade darker. Sawyer must have said something else, because the photographer glanced apprehensively in a certain direction and swallowed hard.

"Um... Jackson, you don't need to stand so close. Facing each other on camera works well too."

"But... but you just said there was to be a cozy scene..."

Before Jackson could finish, the photographer interrupted him, "Our drama is on a serious track. The Prince doesn't have any cozy scenes with Leng in the script. Let's skip the intimate shots; just face each other and that'll do."

Jackson was baffled.

Aurelia Shaw slightly furrowed her brows. But since the photographer was highly experienced and renowned in the industry, she assumed he had a distaste for such scenes and didn't think much more of it.

Without the cozy scene, the promo shots wrapped up quickly.

...

Aurelia Shaw came down and said to Viscount Zhou, "Gather all company staff and artists; I want to hold a meeting."

Viscount Zhou grinned slyly, "Giving an ultimatum already? Okay, I'll arrange it."

Aurelia smiled and was about to say something when someone appeared in her line of sight. She paused and walked over, "What are you doing here?"

"Came to see you," Mason Nightshade said casually, raising his eyes just in time to see Jackson Xander passing by.

Jackson originally intended to greet Aurelia Shaw.

But suddenly, he felt a chilly stare.

W-why was this man staring at him like that?

So startled, he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Viscount Zhou patted Jackson on the shoulder to help him out, "Go take your makeup off first. Later, gather with the others in the conference room; we're having a group meeting."

"Okay."

Jackson hurried away.

Aurelia's wrist was suddenly grasped, and Mason pulled her aside. As he opened his mouth, it was immediately silenced.

Mason kissed her fiercely, bit her lip, and his rough fingers gently pinched her waist, "You let him touch you here."

So the devouring gaze she felt earlier was his.

"It's just filming," Aurelia said with a smile, touching the wolf head tattoo on him.

Mason bit her neck, but with Auriela pulling his hair, he couldn't go further, giving her a dissatisfied look.

Aurelia soothed him, "Later, I have a meeting in front of all staff. If you leave a mark, how can I assert my authority?"

Mason didn't manage to bite her, so he stayed still, but the heat in his eyes didn't diminish, "Don't let any other men touch you."

Aurelia raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say you would try to cooperate with me in these matters? I haven't even shot a cozy scene yet and you're already unsettled? I haven't even addressed the last time you cut my kissing scene!"

Mason showed no remorse for his actions. Instead, he smirked, "It deserved to be cut! Besides... I said I would try to cooperate. For these promo shots, without that cozy scene, it doesn't make a difference. It's not necessary.

In the future, reject any non-essential scenes like that for me."

True.

If it had been absolutely necessary, she wouldn't have gone along with the photographer's decision then.

Mason suddenly leaned in close, his breath threatening, "Who did you say you were calling daddy in bed?"