Chapter 567 Stranger

A sharp jolt of something—shock, arousal, maybe even fear—coursed through Cate's body.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she stared at Althea, struggling to reconcile the woman in front of her with the woman she had known on set.

Althea was supposed to be sweet.

Soft-spoken. Gentle.

The kind of woman who never raised her voice, never said anything crude or vulgar. On set, she was practically angelic—her image so carefully curated that people believed she was pure, untouchable.

But this Althea?

This Althea was something else entirely.

Cate parted her lips, but the words refused to come.

"I…" she started, but she didn't know how to finish.

Althea just smiled, as if she had expected Cate's reaction. As if she knew exactly how much this moment was unraveling her.