If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

We didn't speak again.

It should be that my eyes were too direct, she turned her eyes away again.

I lowered my eyes and grabbed the corner of my clothes embarrassedly.

I was so happy that I couldn't even hide my small movements.

"Your new movie..." I finally found a more suitable topic for us.

When it comes to movies, we are more natural. When she talked about the new movie, the people she interviewed, and the actors who participated in the show, her face seemed to be bright, and the smile on her lips was vivid and bright.

Before I knew it, I was fascinated.

Her eyes touched mine, and she gazed longer than before, and I couldn't help but say, "When can we meet again next time?"

She raised an eyebrow.

I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment.

I haven't seen you this time, and I can't wait to look forward to the next time.

We sat on the sofa with a distance of one person. I was itchy and wanted to sit closer.

Her hands are at her side.

I also want to hold her hand, but I can feel that Angelia seems to have some concerns, so she is neither cold nor enthusiastic towards me.

I was only depressed for a moment.

it's OK.

I can wait.

It's just that she didn't stay for too long, the phone rang soon, she glanced at it, didn't answer it, but stood up.

"I'm leaving," she said.

I reluctantly stood up and followed behind her.

I wanted to ask when I could see her again, but after thinking about it, I still didn't ask.

"Drive carefully." I said.

She turned around, put on her sunglasses, and nodded to me, "Don't go back too late."

I felt the concern in these words, smiled, rushed over without thinking and hugged her again.

No matter what, no amount of hugging is enough.

I laughed to myself inwardly.

I really like her.

Chapter 51 Chapter 51

I remember everything about her, and I also remember every detail after I confessed my love to her.

I confessed to her at her hotel in Toronto in early September, and met her privately and alone for the first time at her apartment in Los Angeles in October.She stayed for more than 9 minutes, I hugged her twice, holding hands was unsuccessful.

I know I can't call her often, but I can't help texting her. Like everyone who is deeply in love, my text messages are not very informative.

I will send her all the insights I get from watching good movies and books, eating delicious food, and listening to favorite songs.

Sometimes when I think of her, my heart is like ten thousand white doves flapping their wings together.

Clap, bang, bang bang.

Then I couldn't take it anymore, and typed a long sentence to express how much I like her and how much I love her.

When I was studying, the words used in writing homework were not so beautiful and moving.

Every time I finished writing and expressed my feelings, I didn't send it.

I'm afraid I'm putting too much pressure on her.However, I really want to express it.

Will type: "Angie, I like you."

"Angie, I love you."

"Angie, I miss you."

Simple, usual.Every letter speaks from the heart.

No matter whether I am free or busy during the day, at night I always turn over text messages with my mobile phone.In the dialog with her, as opposed to my intensive texting, she gave me very little.

Very short words.

Sometimes not even back.

I thought she wasn't used to texting and took the time to think of another way.I applied for a new email address and sent her the email account number and password.

It's quite romantic to think about what you want to say to the other party, or write down your own feelings, and send them to this common mailbox.I thought to myself.

But I didn't say so.

It feels like it’s too much to say it out loud...

If you can tacitly have a tacit understanding, it will be even more romantic.

The second time I met her was in late November, and this time I was the first to wait for her.I bought a large bouquet of perfume lilies and put them in forget-me-nots and put them in the living room.The house should be cleaned by a special person at a fixed time. It is very clean, but it is not very popular, and Angelia presumably seldom comes.

I sat on the sofa and waited for her.

After I left last time, I have thought countless times in my mind about what to talk about next time I meet.

But when I think about it, it seems that there is nothing to talk about except our common interest in movies.I know a little about her philanthropy, but I don't want to talk to her about something so serious.

For all the gossip about Hollywood actors, I don't think she should be interested.What's more, some of the people I know and date are relatively young, and she doesn't seem to go deep into this circle.

We don't even have mutual friends.

We don't even have much in common with ourselves.

Thinking about it, I suddenly lost.

There is a feeling of trepidation.

There was a confusion ahead, and I didn't know how to go.And what worries me is that maybe this is my walk alone, she won't be by my side, I just ask her to stand at the end of the road and wait for me.

While I was in a daze, there was a voice from the entrance hall.

I immediately jumped up and ran over.

It was Angelia, she was hanging up her coat.

I looked at the right time, rushed over, and threw myself into her arms.

She was a little caught off guard and said "um", and held my shoulder.

I was barefoot, and she was wearing high heels, just a little taller than me. I looked up and smiled at her, "Angie Anji!" I was very happy when I saw her, and I went to find her eyes.

Since she entered the door just now, she was hugged by me without hanging up her clothes or changing her shoes, and I caught her eyes. She was almost passive and stared at me for a few seconds. I say.

After she finished changing her shoes, I took her hand and shook it.So happy to finally see her again, I shook again and smiled at her showing my teeth.

She slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip as if infected by me, her eyes were gentle, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

I shook my head, "No."

She saw the flowers in the living room, walked over, and touched them with her fingers.

As long as I meet her, the air I live in becomes sweeter.

Even if I don't speak, I'm happy with it.

I think of Tom's collection of "Total Eclipse of the Heart", which has too many tidbits that make me dream.

I pretended to mention it casually, to test her if she knew that Tom had a collector's edition of his own.

"Have you bought the Blu-ray DVD yet?

"Huh? I have."

I rolled my eyes, "Is it true that every director will collect his own version... more tidbits that others don't have..."

You are also a director...

You should know what I mean--Tom has it--did you ask him for it like I did?

She paused, then said calmly, "Some directors have this habit..."

I pursed my lower lip, feeling a little frustrated.

Didn't ask...

I glanced at Angelia, who took a glass from the table and took a sip of water.The profile of the face is deep and the eyelashes are like feathers.

It suddenly dawned on me that the woman she is at this moment is not the woman she was in the movie, the premiere and the award ceremony, or the ice cream for the children on the street.

The she at this moment is the one I see in the most ordinary life, the one I met after I confessed my love.

This is a new identity and a new state of her that I have never seen before.

In my heart, she, a superstar in Hollywood, the most respected female celebrity in the world, is my girlfriend at this moment.

And I'm also her girlfriend.

Even if I secretly think so unilaterally.

It doesn't matter, after all, she is already sitting next to me, in this normal state of life.

I suddenly felt a little hard to breathe, and swallowed unconsciously, trying to get closer to her.Her breath is not like her attitude, it is much warmer and has an elegant floral fragrance.

It was a fragrance I had never smelled on her.

Is it a new perfume?

Heart pounding and beating fast.

I moved closer to her cheek, wanting to kiss her.

Just when my lips were about to touch her face, she turned her face sideways as if feeling something.

It's just a stone's throw away.

Our eyes meet, almost cheek to cheek.

I blinked reflexively, and my face burned up.

Got caught.

I backed away in shame, and Angelia also leaned back a little unnaturally.

I lowered my head and twisted my hands on my knees.

She didn't speak.

I sneaked a glance at her with the end of my eye, and her eyes followed.

I withdraw like an electric shock.

And... got caught again!

I clasped my fingertips hard.