What savagery

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The other guests got in their cars in pairs and went to the place designated by the production team. Only Jeremy and I were left standing at the door, staring at each other.

"Are you not going?" He raised his chin at the SUV.

Having the camera pointing at me, I couldn't vent it out no matter how dissatisfied I was. I maintained a decent smile and cursed him silently.

Jeremy's gaze swept across my face and the corners of his eyes curled up slightly. He saw right through me and strode into the car.

Once seated by the door, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you standing still so that I'd pick you up?"

Feeling suddenly chilly, I bit my lip lightly, lifted the hem of my dress, bent down, and got into the car like a cat.

The hem of my black gauze skirt rubbed against his leg, making a rustling sound.

Jeremy lowered his eyes and looked at my skirt. His thin lips curled into a playful smile.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" I avoided the camera and spat.