Wildfire

Kyle looked at Layal, whose eyes were clouded with some unknown emotions.

"Where were you going?" Kyle asked as he followed Layla's direction with his eyes and saw Clara. Kyle's eyebrows raised in question as he looked at Layla in confusion.

"Well ..." Layla leaned into Kyle's arms as she looked up towards him. "I just got a role. Shouldn't I say thanks to her?"

Layla blinked her eyes innocently. Kyle's muscles tensed as he looked at Clara.

Clara was happy, making Kyle's heart unstable. An unknown feeling swanned from his heart. His eyes turned dark as he looked at Oliver, touching Clara's hair, whispering something in her ears.

'They are too close.'

'Push him away, Clara. He is not me.'

Kyle was about to take a step forward when Layla's hold on him tightened. "And I heard we should congratulate her as well."