“Miss Stewart, could you rify the rumors about you and Sumner’s cozy night at the Emperor Hotel? Are you two in a rtionship?”


    “You’ve previously denied any romantic ties with him and mentioned having a boyfriend.


    Is it possible you’re dating two men? Our audience is dying to know, could you give an exnation?”


    “Is the fake rtionship between Sumner and Xiomara a cover for your secret rtionship with someone from thepany? Was your statement about having a boyfriendst time the truth? Could we get a direct response from you?”


    The onught of sharp questions didn’t even give Lindsey a moment to catch her breath, let alone figure out an answer.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    With a thoughtful frown, she mulled over her next words, contemting how to lessen the blowback.


    It seemed like the perfect moment to rify things about Sumner and Xiomara, to take the chance to straighten things out.


    Caught in her hesitation, uncertain about how to address the reporters’ questions, a van pulled up beside the throng of reporters.


    The doors swung open, unveiling the two people at the center of all the gossip for everyone to see.


    Sumner was the first toe out, then courteously offered his hand towards the van’s door.


    A pale and delicate arm epted his offer, lightly touching Sumner’s hand.


    As they shared a nce, Xiomara epted his hand and stepped down from the van, their movements exuding a close familiarity, akin to that of a couple truly in love.


    Sumner turned to her, hanging on her every word, while Xiomara, with a lowered head, blushed as if ovee by shyness.


    This surprising development instantly captivated the reporters, drawing their attention away from Lindsey as they flocked towards the new center of interest, surrounding Sumner and Xiomara in a dense circle.


    Lindsey stood by, watching in a mix of amazement and disbelief, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.


    “Sumner, there’s quite a buzz online about your rtionship between you and Xiomara.


    Is this really a scam?” A reporter eagerly approached Sumner, thrusting the microphone closer to his lips.


    Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd as all eyes and ears turned towards Sumner, eagerly anticipating his response to the burning question lingering in everyone’s mind.


    Sumner’s voice projected clearly through the microphone, reaching everyone’s ears.


    “I’ve read the rumors circting online.


    I can’t say who initiated the notion that we’re at odds in private, putting on a false front.


    What I can assert is don’t readily ept everything you hear.


    Seeing, truly observing, is the key.


    Let’s refrain from spreading rumors.


    ”


    The crowd hummed with mixed reactions, some nodding in agreement while others exchanged uncertain nces.


    Sumner’s resolve was unmistakable amidst the buzz.


    However, undeterred by his statement, a persistent reporter pressed, “Insiders allege that you and Xiomara seldom engage in private conversations.


    Can you address these ims?”


    “Our lives are busy, consumed by our careers.


    Naturally, private conversations might be sparse,” Sumner responded, his gaze unwavering as he looked directly into the camera.


    “Regarding the origins of these assertions about our private interactions, I suggest you seek rification directly from those making such ims.


    ”


    “So, what’s the nature of your rtionship now?” another reporter prodded.


    “We’re good friends,” Sumner replied, his smile imbued with a subtle sense of depth.


    “How good?” pressed the reporter, seeking rity.


    Sumner’s eyes briefly met Xiomara’s before returning to the crowd.


    His smirk held a teasing allure as he responded, “That’s open to interpretation.


    ”


    The reporters were left perplexed as the interaction they witnessed didn’t align with the leaked reports.


    The rtionship between the two appeared just as enigmatic, if not more intense, than the portrayal on the show, challenging the rumors of their supposed “strained rtionship”.


    Redirecting the conversation, a keen reporter revisited a previous inquiry, “Could you shed some light on why you and your agent, Lindsey, were spotted leaving the Emperor Hotelte at night a few days ago? Are you exploring new opportunities?”


    Sumner furrowed his brows briefly, exchanging a nce with Xiomara before addressing the reporter with a firm tone, “I’d appreciate a bit more respect in your approach.


    ”


    This statement, coupled with Sumner’s protective demeanor towards Xiomara, led the press pack to specte that he was instinctively defending her, further shrouding the rumors in ambiguity.