At that moment, Willow's phone was blowing up too. But by six in the evening, she'd already returned to the Research Institute—her phone shut off and the entire area shielded from any outside signal interference.
Inside the Research Institute, the noise and gossip of the outside world faded away. Here, only the passion and sweat of researchers mattered.
All the chaos was left for those outside.
Film Set
Rosamund sat frozen in the back of her trailer, her phone in hand, an icy chill creeping through her veins. It felt as if she'd fallen into a frozen lake.
"Rosa, everyone on set is talking about it," her manager, Janet, said gravely, sliding into the seat beside her. Janet had overheard the extras gossiping, and rushed over to tell Rosamund what was blowing up online.
Rosamund's first night shoot wasn't scheduled until ten, so she'd been resting in the trailer.
Willow is pregnant?
How could this be happening?!
Janet's words barely registered—Rosamund's entire mind was consumed by this explosive revelation.
She refused to believe it.
Her first instinct was to call Beasley and demand the truth.
But she forced herself to stop. She couldn't do that.
In Beasley's eyes, she was always the poised, independent woman who knew her boundaries. The last thing he wanted was someone obsessed with love and drama, someone who'd make a scene.
"Rosa? Rosa?" Janet's anxious voice finally broke through Rosamund's trance. "Are you even listening to me?"
Rosamund snapped out of it, pushing down the storm inside her. She tried to keep her voice steady. "What did you say? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."


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