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At three o'clock in the morning, Edward was awakened by a very vivid nightmare.

After waking up, he subconsciously looked at Josie who was still sleeping beside him, suddenly relaxed, sat up and let out a long breath of stale air in his chest, and then slowly adjusted his breathing.

After calming down a bit, the sense of panic in the dream was a little ready to move. However, he glanced at the electronic alarm clock next to the bed, and he could only subconsciously look at Josie's peaceful sleeping face. He took her hand and straightened her slightly messy temple hair.

But doing so did not really eliminate his anxiety, but it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, making him more eager to touch her to feel the real existence of all this.

So after 15 minutes of suffering alone, he still couldn't hold back and leaned over to kiss her undefended lips.

Just a kiss.

His thirsty heart seemed to be poured into a holy spring, and the entire empty world returned to normal.

"...Babe?" Josie, who was half asleep and half awake, stretched out her hand and touched Edward's face who was kissing her.

"Yeah." Edward replied.

He didn't go deep into the kiss, but he didn't stop, he just pecked lightly, as if he wanted to record her outline with his lips.

Kissing and kissing, he felt it.

Normally, he wouldn't disturb Josie's sleep, but tonight was different.

in the dark.

Edward's mind was fully awake, his eyes were bright and energetic, still staring at Josie's face in front of him, and it took a long time before he blinked slowly.

He reached out to caress her back, and followed the shape of each spine, and his lips kissed her chin and collarbone skillfully. After a while, the female body in his arms was habitually entwined.

Her body temperature has always been low, which gave him great comfort, and he couldn't help tightening his embrace, making each other's skin more tightly pressed together.

There was only a thin silk nightdress between the two of them.

Josie was almost awake at this time, and she was hugging Edward's neck, whispering unsteadily in his ear: "Okay, I remember, you have work tomorrow morning?"

"It's today." Edward's hand stroking her was still moving in an orderly manner, as if he was not in a hurry, "There is still an hour and a half, sweetheart, if you are willing to cancel the morning meditation time, we can take longer... "

At 07:30 in the morning, the cohabiting couple sat refreshed in the powder room of their home.

The duo's styling teams worked separately, with Edward having a VOGUEhomme interview and shoot, while Josie had a brunch date with her Upper West Side pals.

"Do I have a crow's feet?" Josie, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, said to herself.

"Let me see." Edward poked his head over while fastening his cuff buttons, looked carefully at Josie's face, and said with certainty, "No, it's your eyes that are dazzled."

Josie took a few more glances at herself in the mirror before turning to Edward and saying, "Well, Honey, you look a little haggard."

Edward sat back in his chair, and the hair stylist continued to adjust each strand of hair, and replied calmly: "You know, I had a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?" Josie asked casually as she was choosing the color of lipstick.

"I dreamed—" Edward paused, observing her expression from the corner of his eye, "You married Leo."

"Oh, God, that's terrible." Josie obviously didn't take the dream seriously, and laughed happily, "Me and Leo? Well, I dare say that it will be torturing each other, which is extremely bad."

As she spoke, she raised her face and looked at the color of her lipstick in the mirror with satisfaction.

Edward didn't speak, but simply turned around, silently staring at Josie's increasingly charming profile.

Her face is very anti-aging.

After the baby fat in adolescence faded, her face could no longer see the sweetness of the past, but as she got older, she had a different charm, making it difficult for movie fans to argue which movie is her real face peak value.

In particular, the number of her classic works is quite considerable, which is difficult for most actors to achieve.

When she was young, Josie's personal temperament was not so prominent, but as she grew older and revealed her bones, the intellectual and cold part of her temperament gradually formed a particularly calm and calm atmosphere, which can be an elegant "upper class" society", or wise "industry elites", who are highly recognizable and have personal characteristics.

And she is in a very classic state right now.

"What's wrong?" The elegant beauty turned her head and asked Edward.

"It's okay." Edward moved the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a faint smile, "I just think that you are extraordinarily beautiful today."

Josie raised her red lips, and raised her slender eyebrows slightly: "Thank you, I think so too."

At exactly nine o'clock, the "VOGUEhomme" team arrived at their Upper West Side penthouse on time.

After a symbolic greeting to the staff, Josie went out, leaving the space at home to them.

Edward called his assistant to find out behind-the-scenes footage of his and Josie's "Fight Club" filming. The excuse was that the producer planned to make an anniversary DVD for the film and invited the main creative members to re-record the commentary track.

After the work was over and everyone left, he locked himself in the private theater at home and screened the movie and its extras alone.

the other side.

Josie inevitably talked about Edward to her friends.

"I feel that Ed seems to be very insecure." She took a sip of the black tea without adding anything, "He actually tested me, saying that he dreamed that I was getting married to Leo."

"Because you don't want to settle down with him?" Elizabeth Chai Vasarely said.

This well-known documentary director and producer is Josie's middle school classmate, a typical New Yorker, who was briefly one of Josie's gossips when she debuted, and then she began to write for "The Trap" Series work, eventually making a name for itself in the documentary field.

"I don't know. But we have a tacit understanding. He knew from the beginning that I didn't want to get married." Josie replied, "I think there are some problems between us that I don't know about."

"Maybe you can try to be friends again." Samantha Ronson suggested.

"No, Sam!" her twin sister Charlotte Ronson yelled, "don't be friends with guys. Girls have real friendships, guys only want to have sex."

Samantha snorted disapprovingly and said, "You mean that's all Mark has on his mind, AH?"

"He's special. You know, intellectual." Charlotte shrugged, looked at Josie and continued, "Listen, honey, Edward Norton is over forty years old. If you love him a little bit, or just can't live without him, you should settle down with him."

Elizabeth agrees, interfacing: "At a certain age, it's not just women who want a family, men are no exception. At first, he can approve of dating an unmarried woman, but that doesn't mean he always wants to have a family." Can."

"Men are also very fickle." Charlotte said emotionally, "Besides, do you think your current relationship with Norton is any different from getting married? Apart from the damn sense of ritual, you are only one paper away A prenuptial agreement and an annoying child."

Josie couldn't help laughing at her tone, and said, "I really wonder if Ed bought you, Charlotte, and you are willing to say good things for other men."

Charlotte admitted jokingly: "Yes, he not only bought me, but also bought many people around you, just so that we can say something nice for him when we encounter this situation."

"Don't count me in," Samantha said, "but to be honest, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, who can do this for you, I believe he really loves you, Joe, so what do you think?" ?”

"I don't deny this." Josie thought for a while, and said frankly: "But I can't imagine my marriage...Of course, although I said that I don't want to get married, it doesn't mean it's absolutely impossible. ——You guys Get it? Just like Mr. Big in Sex and the City, the timing of the marriage is important."

"Oh, scumbag!" Charlotte was the first to wrinkle her face.

Samantha also shook her head, jokingly said, "If we understand correctly, you actually have the mentality of Mr. Big? Oh, may God bless him."

"Okay, okay." Josie held her face with one hand, her eyes were empty, "I didn't have to play on and off for several seasons to settle down like Mr. Big did to Carrie Branshaw. I know reality isn't a series. The problem is, it's so hard."

What is marriage?

For Josie, the impression of marriage is only the distorted eyes of the habitually cheating husband, the forbearing wife and the children who witnessed it all.

Most men can easily become a good husband and father in people's eyes, even if he is dissolute and professional.Controlled, irritable, and hot and cold, but this set of standards does not apply to women at all, because people always demand that the so-called good wife and mother must be docile and forbearing, must put the family first, and must be able to bear the pain of childbirth and responsibility.

Josie was subconsciously unwilling to enter this role.

Even if she is very clear that with her current status, her ten years of hard work will not be in vain just because she becomes someone's wife; the man she chooses cannot be like Frank Horton or another old Joe. Like a husband, he regards his wife as his own appendage.

But she doesn't want marriage.

Marriage would probably be a stronger relationship, but she was well aware that now wasn't the right time.

After finishing the brunch that day, Josie turned to Harvey Spector's Manhattan office to meet the partner of the big law firm, and asked him and his team to draw up a realistic enough plan for herself as soon as possible. prenuptial agreement.

Then a few days later, she chose a weekday morning and mysteriously invited Edward out for a date, but the car stopped in front of the New York City Hall.

Edward suddenly had a sense of absurdity and surprise, and asked involuntarily, "Sweetheart, is this what you call a date?"

"Yes." Josie took out a cowhide envelope from somewhere and handed it over, "Open it and have a look, if there is no problem, you can sign it."

Her tone and expression didn't seem to be any different, calm as usual, with a hint of joy.

Yet this is precisely the problem.

Because City Hall is obviously not a dating sanctuary in the usual sense, for a couple, its greatest use is to register marriage.

But is it possible?

He hadn't proposed to her, not even a decent bouquet of flowers, and it was Josie who had proposed it.

Josie, who has always insisted on unmarriage.

They are also professional actors, and they can probably tell what is true emotion from the heart and what is an overly contrived performance, not to mention that she doesn't even act very much. Any woman who has sweet expectations for entering marriage can It won't be her current state.

Edward took the envelope, but didn't open it right away.

He stared at Josie's face silently, and after a while, he said, "Listen, Josie, if you really want to marry me, I will be the luckiest and happiest person in the world. But if you Is it to make me happy, or just to give me a sense of security, it's really not necessary."

After hearing this, Josie still held her original posture with her hands folded.

For two or three minutes, the two of them kept staring at each other in silence in the back seat of the car, until suddenly, Qiao Qian shook her head and laughed, and she relaxed.

"I'm very happy, Ed." As she said, she took the initiative to throw herself into Edward's arms, "If you think about this prenuptial agreement carefully, or if you don't even read the prenuptial agreement and register it, I think I might run away It's gone.—Will you be angry with me?"

She raised her face, without any cautiousness, and still asked confidently, as if if he dared to say "yes", she would punish him for answering wrongly.

But for her, this is already a rare show of weakness.

Edward, who had a vague premonition, breathed a sigh of relief.

He let her hang on his body, and he didn't know when he had already supported her waist with his right hand.

Then, Edward lowered his eyes and asked: "So, you will also lose your sense of security, right? You can't believe that I can keep my promise to you and use it as a test. To be honest, I'm a little happy. "

As he spoke, he began to stroke Josie's long, straight hair that was loose today.

"I care more about how you feel than getting married," Edward said. "You can do anything as long as you are happy. I hope one day you will believe that no matter what happens, I will love you as much as I do now." You. Because we both know that no one else can make me feel like you do."

There was almost no expression on his face. When he spoke, he seemed to be reading a narration in a romance film. He didn't inject too much emotion, but it was a bit deep and tired, like a sigh.

Do people always prefer the object of their pain?

Maybe so.

At least when it came to Edward, his defense mechanism was destroyed and rebuilt by Josie again and again, and then repeated. The result of their entanglement so far is that it is difficult to have a more unforgettable woman in his life than her.

The tailgate of the rear seat of the car has already been raised.

The highly sought-after Her Majesty the Queen took the initiative to offer her red lips, and gave unprecedented rewards to the lucky ones who answered correctly, and used the trap of sex to make the two temporarily forget their differences.

But don't forget-

A man is like the New York Times crossword puzzle, cunning and complex, and no one can be sure whether he has been led to the right answer or has seen through the trick and used it to his advantage.

And what about women?

Maybe she was kept in the dark, maybe she just pretended not to know.

The only thing that is certain is that there has been a slight but crucial change in the relationship between Josie and Edward, and they both got what the other most wanted right now.