?<strong>Chapter 1151:</strong>


    Cliff answered, “It’s me.”


    Her heart raced faster, forcing her to hurriedly end the call and sit up straight. “Come in.”


    Cliff walked in, sweeping his eyes across the room before observing her face. “Why do you look so anxious?”


    Laney gave a dry chuckle. “I’m not.”


    Laney quickly checked her phone to make sure the call had indeed ended.


    Cliff saw through her feeble attempts at masking her thoughts. He had noticed every detail, including her reddened cheeks, and assumed she had been chatting with the questionable guy from before. Laney asked, “Did you need something?”


    “I brought you some milk.” Cliff set the cup on the nightstand, his manner detached.


    His towering height loomed over her, giving off a feeling of both protection and careful observation.


    Laney sensed his gaze was different than usual. Usually distant, today his gaze was sharp and observing.


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    Laney nced down at herself and noticed that the cor of her pajamas had shifted, exposing more than she had meant to reveal. She hurriedly adjusted it.


    But then, remembering Kailyn’s advice, Laney paused, looked at Cliff, and purposely opened her cor a bit more, revealing a slight hint of cleavage.


    Cliff was stunned. She had attempted simr maneuvers before, but never quite so obviously. He casually adjusted her clothes, ensuring her neck was fully covered before pulling his hand away.


    “When is yourpetition?” he asked.


    At the mention of the balletpetition, Laney’s eyes lit up, and she offered a sweet smile. “It’s in October. I have the leading role. Will youe? I’ll reserve a VIP seat for you.”


    Cliff responded calmly, “I won’t attend. Just a reminder that you have less than two months to prepare. Once your foot is better, concentrate on your rehearsals. Avoid sending unnecessary messages that could distract you.”


    Laney was confused. “What did I send?”


    Cliff chose not to exin. He believed that giving too much detail was invasive, yet not mentioning it at all left him somewhat frustrated. “Just a reminder.” Cliff then shifted the topic. “Kira’s foot injury isn’t much better than yours. Did you do that?”


    Laney couldn’t bring herself to lie and responded gloomily, “Yes.”


    Cliff asked, “You’re barely ny pounds. Were you wearing weighted ballet shoes to stomp on her like that?”


    Laney answered, “I jumped on her.” The force and bitterness behind her action were so strong that it was surprising she hadn’tpletely crushed Kira.


    Assuming Cliff was about to lecture her, Laney red at him and huffed, “Yes, I stepped on Kira intentionally! She deserved it. Even if you scold me, I won’t care. If she dares to bother me again, I’ll step on her again!”


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