Tatiana was busy preparing for her next scene when Gavin approached her. Her calm gaze settled on him. Though his eyes were filled with anger, his movements were hesitant.

The director must have delivered the news.

"How may I help you?" she acted oblivious.

"I thought we were done with this. And yet," he slammed the paper before her, "you went too far cutting off my role."

"Huh?" Tatiana pouted, acting innocently. "I only made the project more alluring. Shouldn't you be happy for the set?"

"Happy, my ass. You--" He wanted to curse but paused. He should watch his words; those piercing blue eyes might haunt him again.

"Go...