Chapter 1540: Then Hold On Tight Yourself!

The faint makeup was fresh and natural, accentuating Lydia Brooke’s beauty like a painting.

Jorge Saxton got into the car, his gaze shifting from Lydia Brooke’s face to her ankle, his fingers on both sides tightening slightly.

On stage, Lydia Brooke was dazzling and radiant, showing no signs of anything amiss, but Jorge Saxton’s eyes remained fixed on her sprained ankle...

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The fan meeting lasted an hour and a half, during which Lydia Brooke even danced for the fans. Jorge Saxton watched Lydia Brooke with a faint smile on stage, wanting several times to rush up and carry her away to check her injury.

But he couldn’t—not with so much media present. If he carried away Lydia Brooke, it would explode in the news by the next day, and Lydia would be even more displeased with him.

Finally, it was over. Watching Lydia Brooke walk towards the car escorted by security, Jorge Saxton let out a sigh of relief.

Lydia Brooke’s ankle hurt more and more as she extended a hand to her assistant, speaking softly, "Support me."

Her foot hurt so much that she couldn’t appear limping in front of the fans. These were her loyal followers, and she didn’t want to make them worry.

When Lydia Brooke’s gaze met the assistant’s hand, her eyes also caught sight of Jorge Saxton standing in front of the car.

Lydia Brooke glanced over for three seconds, paused, and with the assistant’s support, walked towards her car in high heels, showing no sign of discomfort.

"Lydia Brooke, there’s a dinner meeting tonight with the movie director. If this film has a good reputation, you should star in the sequel. This director likes to drink, so be mindful and try not to have any misunderstandings."

The dinner meetings in the entertainment industry are all the same, Lydia Brooke didn’t say much, having experienced them before.

The assistant’s words fell into Jorge Saxton’s ears, and his expression darkened slightly. As he glanced at Lydia Brooke, who passed by without a look, he squinted slightly.

Lydia Brooke’s steps didn’t halt, the redness of her exposed swelling inadvertently showing as she moved, causing Jorge Saxton, who was constantly watching her injury, to tense before quickly heading towards her.

"Once I’m done with the dinner, go to the pharmacy and get me... ah..."

Lydia Brooke hadn’t finished her sentence when she was suddenly picked up, catching her and the assistant by surprise.

"What are you doing, Jorge Saxton!" Lydia Brooke glared coldly at Jorge Saxton, "Put me down!"

"Call out louder if you dare! Reporters and fans haven’t completely dispersed; if you cause a sensation that hits the headlines, that’s your issue!" Jorge Saxton’s tone carried a hint of anger.

Lydia Brooke kept silent.

Jorge Saxton cast her a cold glance, carried her, and walked on.

"Lydia Brooke, you have a dinner meeting tonight with the director—"

The assistant’s words were cut off by Jorge Saxton’s cold gaze, unable to speak further.

Jorge Saxton carried Lydia Brooke towards his car.

"Jorge Saxton, there are reporters here!" Lydia Brooke’s voice was slightly panic-stricken.

Jorge Saxton, carrying Lydia Brooke, glanced at the few reporters who had just emerged and spoke softly, "Then hold on tight, lower your head and hide your face."

Afraid of being captured by the reporters, becoming tomorrow’s headline, Lydia Brooke quickly clung to Jorge Saxton, leaning her head against his chest.

Lydia Brooke’s slender arms wrapped around Jorge Saxton’s waist, causing his body to stiffen slightly. Her fragrance lingered at his nose, so familiar....

Jorge Saxton placed Lydia Brooke in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt before returning to the driver’s seat.

The car drove off, the assistant watching the departing vehicle still in shock.

"Just took her away? I... I...—there’s still the dinner!"

The assistant didn’t dare yell Lydia Brooke’s name, only took out the phone and sent a message to Lydia Brooke.