If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

The cool liquid hits my throat and I slowly soothe myself.

She took the cup away and brushed away the strands of hair sticking to my cheeks, "Is it better?"

I looked at her, wanting to engrave her tender and considerate care in my heart, and nodded slowly, "It's much better."

She let out a sigh of relief, "You take a rest here, and I'll get you something to eat?"

I found that I was in a room, which should be a guest room, and I could faintly hear music outside.

Ah, her party isn't over yet.

How could the heroine not be there?

I shook my head, "No, I'm much better, I'm not hungry, I have to go..." I said to stand up.

She pressed my shoulder, and the brows that had just been loosened were furrowed again, "Don't rush, you can take a rest here."

I shook my head again, "I still have to catch a plane...Thank you..."

Staying here will cause her trouble...

It's good that she brought me back.

I'm terrified that I'm going to be clingy again...

"Ai'er!" She suddenly called me sternly.

My heart shook heavily.

She took a deep breath, stared at me, and said slowly: "You take a rest here, don't worry about going back to London, I will send you there."

Yes, she has a private jet.

I bit my lip tightly, not daring to speak again.

I came over rashly without notifying her, and now I am not feeling well, of course she is worried, and she will feel sorry if something happens, so her worry is just a simple worry, any ordinary person would be worried , and I still behave so awkwardly, she will be more upset, right?

I lowered my eyes and whispered, "...Thank you."

She didn't speak for a few seconds.

I lowered my head and couldn't see her expression, but I saw the fingers on her side tightened, curled into fists, and loosened again.

She sighed faintly, "You take a rest first, nothing else matters."

After saying this, she opened the door and walked out.

My nose was sore and I couldn't help crying.

I'm so unlovable.

I don't even know how to deal with her in front of her. I obviously like her to care about me, and I obviously want to stay by her side.

Thinking about it another way, if I didn’t refuse the person who confessed to me because of my soft heart, and the other person clings to me, I can’t help but explain it clearly to her, and she behaves awkwardly in front of me, trying to deny it and pretending to be calm, He kept leaning close to her.

I will be upset too, right?

After all, I was right!

The other party likes me, and I don't like her.

I stood in her position and thought, the more I wanted to cry, the more I cried.So pretentious, so uncute, she can't ignore me, she must be annoying me...

I sat back on the sofa and burst into tears.She has never spoken to me in such a tone, a little impatient, a little irritable, and finally very helpless.

I haven't heard that side of her from anyone else either.

The tears soaked into the skin of the sunburned face and hurt painfully.

Ah, I'm so uncute and ugly right now...

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on the sofa after crying for a while.

At the beginning, I was in a daze, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and I couldn't even hold them open.

It seemed that I heard a sigh and smelled a familiar fragrance. After that, my face didn't seem to hurt too much, and then I completely lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the bed. The bed is soft, the air conditioner is cool, and my waist is still covered with a quilt.

I sat up, the room was very quiet, and there was a faint fragrance of lavender between the dry quilt and pillows. There was also a small piece of cake served on a small white plate on the bedside table.

I sat in a daze for a while, not knowing how I got from the sofa to the bed to sleep.Angelia should have brought the cake, and I went to the bathroom to wash my face and found that my cheeks were soft and there was no red mark of sunburn.

After washing the face, the whole person really wakes up.I ate the cake and left her a note saying I had to go back first.

When I walked out, I realized that this room was on the first floor.A few steps away is the hall, and there seems to be another larger hall on the other side of the hall, leading to the garden outside.

Angelia's private birthday party is still in full swing.

I walked over and stood in the corner just in sight of them, standing by the buffet table.

Pete was talking to her, gray-haired but handsome.Angelia held the wine glass, listened, took a sip of the wine, and conveniently picked up a donut and placed it on the Hilo plate next to her.

They look like they have been treated with kindness over the years, and they still have a sense of fit that others cannot intervene.

For a moment, I seemed to return to the time when I was watching "Mr. and Mrs. Smith".

But time has passed, and at this moment, I am still a role to watch.

I backed away silently and walked out.Called an Uber and headed straight to the airport.The pain was always spreading in my heart, and I learned to get used to it slowly.

When I arrived at the airport, the letter "A" that had never been seen before suddenly lit up on the screen of my mobile phone, and my heart was pulled hard.

"Elle, where have you been?"

After connecting, her voice was slightly hurried.

"I'm already at the airport!" I took a deep breath and opened the corners of my mouth.

She paused, said nothing, and sighed again.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I am afraid that this woman has rarely been so helpless and sighed so frequently.

"Thank you, Angie." I said from the bottom of my heart, feeling nothing but gratitude at this moment.

I was never part of her past, much less her present.In the past few months, I have been able to meet her in private, express my heart, and have been very close to her. I have been very lucky.

I confessed my love to her and didn't get rejected, at that moment I should have stopped.

Chapter 59 Chapter 59

My face is mine, my hands are mine, My mouth is mine, but I'm not, I'm yours.

My face is mine, my hands are mine, my mouth is mine, but I am not, I belong to you.

—— "Captain Fantastic"

When I returned to London, I started filming again.

This script is really too bitter. I have lived in a happy family since I was a child, and my relatives and friends are friendly.The acting career is also very smooth, and I have never accepted such a difficult script.

I was whipped by my biological father, treated by nüè, insulted, raped, starved and cold. There was a scene where I was beaten and dragged and thrown into the river. I went into the water more than 30 times and almost passed out.

The whole crew worked hard for this movie, the atmosphere was very good, and I needed to put in even more. Every night when I went back to the hotel, I was so tired that I fell asleep.

It's just that once in a while, I would think of the last words she said to me on the phone: "Ai Er, you don't have to keep saying thank you to me..."

Her tone seemed a little bitter.

Why do I feel this way, is it my illusion?

I don't want her to be like this...

Is it okay if I don't appear in front of her?

In August, the filming was finally over. I returned to Los Angeles exhausted physically and mentally. I was exhausted. I went to the gym for two weeks and couldn’t recover. Nancy knew that I was in a bad state of mind, so she made an appointment with a psychiatrist for me. .

"Look at you, the recent street photos are lacklustre, with a sad face. The tabloids are speculating whether you are addicted to drugs..."

In Hollywood, maybe even the psychiatrists have their own psychiatrists, and knowing my problems by myself doesn't help much.

It's been almost two months since I last saw her.

After struggling for a week, I still asked Nancy to ask Helen about Angelia's recent itinerary.

"Be quiet, don't be too obvious, it's best not to let her know it's me."

Nancy scoffed, "Don't be so obvious!"

By the time she told me, I had a bad cold, took prescription medication, and fell asleep for two days.On the third day, I got up, put on a wig, put on a foundation three or four shades darker than my skin, put on sunglasses, and went out in a sweater and jeans.

Today Angelia will take the children shopping for lunch, I want to meet her, far away, she doesn't need to know.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Shilo came out first, then Parker and Max, she was among her children, held by Vivienne, wearing sunglasses, a thin gray sweater, and black trousers , dressed very simply, with slightly raised red lips, she looked in a good mood.

A few couples of paparazzi and passers-by were taking pictures of her. I was hidden in the crowd, wearing a mask, watching her silently.

It was very lively around, and someone called her name, and the names of her children.

I pursed my lips behind the mask.It's nice to be able to look at her squarely.

A group of them approached the car. Helen got out of the car, helped to carry things, and turned sideways to whisper something in Angelia's ear.