Poppy withdrew her hand stiffly, her face turning slightly pale.

I offered an apologetic smile. "He's always been reserved. My apologies!"

Poppy regained her composure. "No problem."

Her smile was dazzling, but I sensed it was only surface-level.

Poppy was undeniably beautiful and flawless in every way. Her makeup was impeccable, fitting for a professional actress who effortlessly mastered the art.

Desperately maintaining her composed demeanor, she seemed to overlook the recent encounter.

"I've always wanted to visit your place, but I've been quite busy. You know how it is in our line of work. I have limited freedom, especially for me. It's quite inconvenient for me to step out with those crazy fans," she shared.

I chuckled. "I understand. Excessive adoration can be burdensome, even irrational."

As I spoke, my gaze remained fixed on her face.

With a subtle tone, she added, "I envy your life, having your own career, and getting to enjoy your freedom."

I laughed heartily. "Well