She loved meatball most, but now felt it was so disgusting.
"Kylie?" Stephen laid his palm on her shoulder.
Kylie gave him a faint smile. "Don't worry. I just don't have an appetite after the accident."
She seemed relaxed, but Stephen looked serious. "If you feel anywhere uncomfortable, you must let me know."
"Alright, alright, Doctor Cecil," Kylie smiled, then forced herself to drink some soup. "I need to lie down for a while."
However, she couldn't fall asleep at all. After waiting for two hours, she finally received Lucas's call.
"Kylie, I've talked with Director Miller, and he said you could finish your part as long as your body can afford it."
"Very well. I didn't attend the recording of the reality show last time, and I lost much publicity," Kylie said, and she heard Lucas snorting on the phone.
"I thought you really retreat to be a B-list actress as President Laurence said."
