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At the celebration party that night.

Just like those netizens who are keen on gossip, Josie's love triangle has also become the focus of many people's secret observations.

But the parties obviously did not intend to satisfy people's desire for prying eyes, especially since the two men have always behaved strangely and restrainedly. Although there was no communication, they did not directly fight as everyone expected.

Chris has a close relationship with Scarlett and others who came to join the party, and Henry also chatted with Elizabeth, one of the producers of the film, occupying the two sides of the jazz club where the party is held tonight, which is quite a bit like seeing the king. .

Occupying the only terrace in this club, Eve held an unlit lady's cigarette in her hand and raised her chin, "Nice job, baby, but if I were you, I would never agree to let them come Tonight's premiere. Not one."

"Why not? Anyway, they will meet sooner or later." Josie leaned against the railing of the balcony, with the night wind blowing her hair. "To be honest, this is the most tiring promotional period I've ever had."

"But your face doesn't tell me that." Eve said, "Look at you, you know, you are like a rose in full bloom now, bright red and fragrant. I can probably tell what happened to the three of you recently. what."

Josie smiled lightly, turned her head to look at Eve, "Are you going to describe your sexual drive theory to me again?"

Eve also smiled, and replied: "No, I'm going to find my prey tonight. As for you, my dear boss, you may need to solve the problem of who to dance with first!"

The dancing session has begun.

The lights at the scene were originally dim and ambiguous. Now, after drinking a few glasses of spirits, the female singer sang a jazz song that fit the atmosphere tonight. Soon there were couples of men and women or men and women Girl slides onto the dance floor.

And Josie also saw two equally young and handsome men walking towards her.

To be honest, it was fun being with Chris, the only problem was that she didn't know how long his "fun" would hold her, and when the novelty of their resurgence would wear off.

As for Henry—

Strong-willed, emotionally stable, not lacking in ambition, he's easy to get along with, doesn't surprise her by popping out of nowhere, and doesn't feel bad because she doesn't want him to have a dog.

He doesn't even care much about her scandals with others, let alone show any jealousy in front of her.

Apart from being a little bland, from various perspectives, he is indeed the one who is more suitable for her.

But Josie wasn't ready to make a choice now, not even dancing.

So, before they came, she stepped off the terrace, picked up a crew member standing nearby, and asked, "Michael, do you want to dance?"

"I don't want to be murdered. But—" the actor who played the villain in "Taken" paused, obviously remembering the scandals surrounding Josie during this time, "It seems to make things worse." It's getting more fun. I'm in."

So Chris and Henry watched Josie dance with someone who appeared out of nowhere.

The two exchanged glances.

Henry first said: "Michael Fassbender, he played a small role in "300 Spartans"."

"So?" Chris said blankly, "It's just a dance, who cares."

Henry showed a slight smile instead, and said slowly: "With all due respect, Evans, your expression management is really a bit disappointing for the career of a Hollywood star."

"Because I love her." Chris sneered at Henry, "I love her, so I will be jealous."

Henry slightly raised one eyebrow, as if he saw something interesting.

Love?

This is Vanity Fair's most expensive luxury item.

Besides, jealousy is supposed to be the most useless part about the luxury of "love," which by itself serves no purpose other than making things worse.

"Actually, I think we should cooperate." Henry said frankly in Chris's obviously surprised eyes, "I don't care about the title 'boyfriend', and I don't care if I can settle with her."

Chris was noncommittal, just asked: "Don't you want to have her?"

"I'm a Julienist." Henry's tone and expression were calm, "I don't think there is love between me and Josie, it's more of a desire. So, we can cooperate temporarily."

He emphasized the word "cooperation" again.

Chris's expression suddenly turned into indifference, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Go fuck and cooperate!"

As if stimulated by this word, the blond young man who had barely controlled his emotions all night finally showed anger. He wanted to rush up, but he turned around after taking a deep breath, and then suddenly turned back after taking two steps. .

And pointed at Henry's nose and cursed: "You are a complete bastard! Even if I can't be with her, I won't let someone like you stay with her, I swear!"

Henry smiled instead of anger, and stretched out his hand to push Chris pointing at his finger.

"Come here then," he said. "Do you think you're important? You don't even know if you're a toy, a pet, or some kind of boring pastime."

Chris, who was poked at the pain point, didn't answer, but just glanced at Henry coldly, turned and left without looking back.

This made Henry feel a little regretful.

If he had said yes to his offer, or had just punched him, it would have been much easier to maneuver.

Because Henry has already seen that the reason why Josie treats Chris differently is simply because of the rare enthusiasm in the other party that is incompatible with Vanity Fair. will no longer be a threat.

As for being punched intentionally, it wasn't that Henry had any masochistic habit, but that he knew very well that Josie seemed cold, but in fact, that kind of character who was soft but not tough always tended to sympathize with the weak in his bones.

So far, she may have preferred Chris Evans.

But it doesn't matter, what he wants is not her preference, a little bit of guilt is enough for him to do many things.

In fact, Henry couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for Josie.

He was certainly not a pure Julianist, but it would not be accurate enough to say that he loved her.

Perhaps because the timing of her appearance in front of him was too ingenious and the scene was too impressive, this woman has become his obsession, just like Daisy was to Gatsby, he was obsessed with her fame And good looks—that's a given, isn't it? —and also obsessed with her body, especially how vulnerable and sensitive she is at certain moments.

He may not love her, but he still wants her.

He lets her mold herself and do anything to herself, satisfying her delicate desire to control while satisfying his own.

That night, Josie didn't take anyone away.

After two days like this, Henry told Josie that he was going back to London, and invited her to come to the apartment for dinner the night before he left, and he would cook for him himself.

When seeing Henry wearing a gray V-neck T-shirt and brushed jeans in the kitchen, Josie couldn't help but comment: "I have to say, you are almost exactly the same as the Superman I imagined now."

"Really?" Henry asked.

"I swear." Josie emphasized, and pinched her chin. "The only thing missing is a pair of black-rimmed glasses."

"If you want to see it, there is one I usually use to figure out the character." Henry lowered his head, raised his eyes and asked, "—do you want to see it?"

This action made his three-dimensional browbones press down into two shadows.

His chin retracted, and the charming ravine at the bottom became more and more obvious, which made his face more dignified and handsome, with a bit more sharp and deep temperament, and also highlighted the strong and beautiful facial bones.

It's hard for Josie not to look forward to "Superman".

Moreover, she had a vague feeling that Henry was deliberately playing role-playing in front of her.

But she replied: "No, it seems a little strange."

Henry smiled, and sliced ​​open the potatoes, "Help tie your apron?"

Josie didn't refuse.

The apron was solid cotton and looked ordinary and nothing special.

She unfolded it first, folded the upper part, and then stretched her hand through the waist of the tall man in front of her, and tied it under his waist.

Due to the height difference, Josie's eyes naturally fell on the opponent's back muscles covered by a thin layer of clothing, and the perfect inverted V formed around the strong and broad shoulders, arms and waistline.

This distracted Josie and tied a slightly perfunctory knot.

"Thank you."

Henry, who seemed unaware, turned and threw the sliced ​​potato cubes into the soup pot.

Afterwards, he covered the pot in his hand, and the ingredients in the soup pot were simmering quietly. There were still some unprocessed vegetables and fruits on the central island in the kitchen, and everything was full of life.

Turning back to wash his hands, he wiped the side of his apron, then went over to Josie to get a bottle of seasoning on the counter.

When he turned sideways, his knuckles lightly brushed against her arm.

The touch is not soft, like some kind of rough and hard irregular surface, with a kind of primitive roughness.

Josie raised her eyebrows, her gaze fell on Henry's handsome face from bottom to top.

Henry looked normal and said, "Can you pass me the apple? By the way, I'm going back to London, tomorrow night's plane."

Josie also acted nonchalantly, handed over the brown paper bag containing the apples, and asked, "What time?"

"Eight o'clock. I have an appointment for the car." Henry took it, picked an apple and began to wash it, "Is your new movie also being shot in London?"

Josie nodded, leaned on the island and watched Henry wash the apples, and replied: "Yes, my friend Ernest Dawson will direct this film, and we and Vanessa Redgree Jeff, Jeremy Brett and Ben Whishaw."

Henry was genuinely happy for Josie, with joy in his tone, and said, "Oh, I have to say, this sounds really great. The first two are already legends, and as for Whishaw, I was honored to be there I have seen his play "Seagull", he is the kind of actor who is born to be an artist."

Josie nodded in agreement: "Yeah, Ernie also likes Whishaw very much, and he was appointed to play the leading actor without even having an audition."

But relatively speaking, the fledgling Ben Whishaw is far from being able to compare with the first two names, Vanessa Redgrave and Jeremy Brett are both well-known British national treasure actors.

Moreover, the latter had a serious illness after filming "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes", and faded out completely after recovering from the illness, and hardly took movies.

However, considering Josie's worldwide influence and the resume of the famous director Ernest Dawson, almost no one would refuse their invitation.

Interestingly, this internationally renowned Hollywood superstar and one of the best actors in the world today is standing beside him, wearing almost no make-up, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, and resting his chin on one hand, as if to Apple and he looked very interested.

He thought she looked clean like this.

It's not the kind of cleanness that has been washed, but it is revealed in the eyes.

Josie noticed that he was watching her, raised her head with a little doubt, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Henry looked at the pair of eyes that were often hailed as treasures and the deep sea in front of him. After about four or five seconds, he lowered his eyes, "Honey, thank you, it's in the drawer on your right."

Wash and remove the core of the apple, then fill it with a small amount of butter, cinnamon powder and honey, and finally wrap it in tin foil, then throw it into the oven and wait for the deliciousness brought by time and temperature.

Henry peeled and cut another apple that failed to be cored, and said casually, "If you're bored, you can go to the living room, you don't have to stay with me."

"No, it's actually quite interesting." Josie said, "But I'm a little curious about what you're going to do next."

Henry didn't speak.

They were obviously gray-blue eyes, but when he looked towards Josie, she felt that his pupil color gave people the illusion of depth, as if he had suppressed a lot of things heavily, and he always refused to tell.

Henry glanced at Josie who was standing on his left, cut off a moderately large apple, and handed it to her mouth.

Josie laughed, and said involuntarily, "This reminds me of "Love You for Nine and a Half Weeks."

As she spoke, she gently bit off the small piece of apple.

Henry asked in a low voice, "So, do you like it?"

There was a hint of ambiguity in his voice, and there seemed to be no other meaning in his eyes, making it difficult to distinguish whether he was asking about Apple or "Love You for Nine and a Half Weeks".

Or, Mickey Rourke's famous flirting with Kim Basinger in "Nine and a Half Weeks of Love."