Jensen Morrison looked at the sparkle in Ivy Holden's eyes and sighed. "Look at you. I bet you're not the least bit tired now, are you?"
"Oh, it's getting late. You should hurry up and get some sleep. You have to record the show tomorrow, and it's going to be exhausting." Ivy Holden finished her yogurt, then grabbed the rouge cream box and her phone before heading back to her bedroom.
Jensen Morrison watched her bedroom door close, the smile completely vanishing from his face. He gripped his phone and went back to his own room to make a call.
Sheldon Spencer had been expecting a call from Ivy Holden, but to his surprise, the caller was Jensen Morrison.
"Hello, Director Morrison. Still awake?" Sheldon Spencer asked sarcastically.
"Sheldon Spencer, have you had it easy for too long? Are you looking for some trouble?" Jensen Morrison's voice was calm, without a trace of anger.
"What's wrong, Jensen Morrison? You did those things. Are you afraid of people finding out?"
