Chapter 316: Wild Hope#

It must have been a mistake. How could it be him?

The spoon approached her lips, and she weakly opened her mouth. The warm liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach, instantly making her feel much better. But after just a few sips, her stomach churned, and she retched twice before feeling her body start to float again. A moment later, she was already leaning over the toilet, and the gentle tapping on her back made her unable to hold it in any longer. She vomited out all the alcohol she had been drinking all night.

Coming out of the bathroom, Eric patiently fed the girl the hangover soup, and finally wiped the corners of her mouth before standing up.

Famke and Sophia looked at Eric with complex gazes. Eric, youre so thoughtful. I wish my future boyfriend could treat me like this, Sophia said without concealing her thoughts.

Although Famke Jensen didnt say anything, his gaze at Eric was less meaningful and more tender.

Eric smiled and wiped his hands with a towel before saying to Sophia Coppola, Sophia, can she rest here for the night? She just vomited all the alcohol in her stomach, and she wont dirty your bed again.

Sophia Coppola asked incredulously, Arent you taking her back? The girl suddenly remembered there was another woman in the room and covered her mouth subconsciously.

Eric explained, Actually, we havent seen each other for a year, and we dont have the kind of relations.h.i.+p you think we do.

Wow, Sophia Coppola exclaimed, not knowing what to say.

Famke Janssen breathed a sigh of relief.

So, let her sleep here, and Ill manage in the guest room for the night, Sofia Coppola said quickly.

Eric thanked her and, in the strange gazes of the two women, took Jennifer Connellys handbag from the bedside table and flipped through a small notebook inside.

After searching through it, Eric quickly picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed Jennifer Connellys agents number.

h.e.l.lo, Jim Lester This is Eric Williams. Are you in Los Angeles now? Alright, lets meet at the headquarters of Firefly Film Company tomorrow at 10 a.m. to discuss Jennifer Connellys situation Alright, bye.

Hanging up the phone, Eric casually flipped through the notebook in his hand and quickly found a page that was obviously different from the others. It seemed to have been rubbed many times, and the corners were all gone, but his Beverly Hills mansions phone number was clearly written on it.

With a slight smile, Eric closed the notebook and put it back in the white handbag of the woman.

Fami, we should go, Eric said, standing up and looking at Jennifer Connelly sleeping.

Sofia Coppola instructed a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly and followed Eric and Fami out of the room. Dont you want to stay a little longer? Its still early, she asked.

No, its already past 11 p.m. and we need to drive back to Malibu, Eric said, looking at his watch.

The girl didnt try to keep them and left with Eric and Fami after saying goodbye to Francis Ford Coppola and others.

An hour later, after parking the car in the garage of the Cliff Peak Manor, Eric led the girl into the villa. Pulling his tie, Eric finally spoke to the girl, who was curiously looking around, Sorry, Fami, tonight must have been a bit of a letdown.

No, not at all. I think it was pretty good, she replied.

The girl smiled at Eric and said, If it were before, as a relatively unknown model, I would never have been able to attend such a party. Seeing Eric walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, the girl followed him. After a few steps, she couldnt help but say, This place is really big. It doesnt feel like a place where people live Oh, no, I mean, it doesnt feel like a place where people live, but more like a library or a museum.

Eric didnt pay attention to the girls mistake in her words. He brought a pot of coffee to the round table by the window and casually turned off all the lights in the hall.

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the girl was startled and exclaimed, Hey

But soon, her eyes adjusted, and she noticed a faint light s.h.i.+ning through the gla.s.s window. She walked to the bed and looked outside. Below was a dark sea, and several starlights dotted the night sky around a full moon, bringing a sense of peaceful beauty.

How is it? Eric sat down on the s.p.a.ce chair at the round table, pouring coffee for both of them and asking softly.

The girl carefully leaned on the bed and enjoyed the night view outside for a while before sighing softly, Its very beautiful. I take back what I just said. This is where people live. The apartment I rented in Burbank couldnt see any of this. I couldnt sleep all night because of the noise from pa.s.sing cars.

Eric leaned back and looked at the girl who sat on the hanging s.p.a.ce chair across from him, holding the coffee cup he had pushed over, gently swaying back and forth. Her dress was still the same rose-red one, and the hem swayed with her movements. Her fair feet, which had taken off her high heels, were barely visible under the skirt. Her slender body leaned on the white egg-shaped s.p.a.ce chair, looking very beautiful, making Eric feel an urge to take photos of her.

If you like it, you can live here, Eric said after appreciating her for a while.

When she heard this, Farid Johnson, the girl, stopped swaying the s.p.a.ce chair and looked a little moved. However, she quickly shook her head and said, If I live here, I dont even know where to put myself.

I remember you said in the office this afternoon that Im too softhearted, Eric said.

Huh?

Eric didnt answer the girls question and continued, When I saw Jennifer Connolly again last night, I regretted letting her go last year.

Huh?

Do you know who Howard Hughes is? Eric asked.

Famek Jensen tilted her head and thought for a moment before shaking her head, I dont know.

Eric was taken aback, realizing that the girl was not American but born in the Netherlands and came to the United States as an adult, so it was not surprising that she didnt know who Howard Hughes was.

Since the girl didnt know, Eric explained, Howard Hughes is one of Hollywoods greatest filmmakers and also one of the greatest playboys. His hunting grounds included almost all the famous A-list actresses of Hollywood in the 1930s and 40s. Katharine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Susan Hayward, Jean Tierney, Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner maybe you havent heard of many of them. But if you do a search, youll find that any one of them is called the most dazzling or greatest actress. A magazine once revealed that Howard Hughes had 164 girlfriends at one point and his secret locations were scattered all over Los Angeles

Famek Jensen listened as Eric told the glorious resume of Howard Hughes like a storyteller, and his tone seemed to be increasingly admiring, even fanatic. The girl couldnt help but open her mouth slightly. Taking advantage of Erics pause, she inserted a sentence, Youre not going to be like him, are you?

Erics speech halted for a moment, then quickly and firmly replied, Why not? In terms of achievement, at my current age, I have already surpa.s.sed Howard Hughes by far. Moreover, he inherited his fathers wealth, but I started from scratch; in terms of wealth, I will definitely be richer in the future; in terms of status, I own Firefly, and it wont be long before this movie company joins the ranks of movie giants. So, why not?

But, but

Theres no but. Eric suddenly waved his hand, Ive decided that any woman I like in the future, I will definitely hold her firmly in my hands, no matter what method I use.

Famek Jensen instinctively shrank back in her s.p.a.ce chair, Am I one of them?

Erics tone carried a hint of evil, What do you think?

I I havent decided yet. The girls head was already muddled by Erics extremely destructive words just now.

Come here, Erics voice carried a hint of temptation.

Upon hearing this, the girl subconsciously put down the coffee cup in her hand and stood up to walk in front of Eric.

As she stood in front of the man, she suddenly realized what she had done. She turned her head to look behind her, puzzled at how she had become like this

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the cloth being torn and stinging came out.

I said, you cant return it, Eric leaned close to the girls ear and blew hot air again, feeling the coolness behind him, Famke Janssen gasped for breath twice before pressing hard on the man hammered: a.s.shole, forty thousand dollars.

The girl felt distressed and wanted to complain a few more words, but her red lips were quickly blocked.

After a while of humming, the two bodies quickly rolled down from the s.p.a.ce chair. The ground was just covered with a carpet, so although the dress on the girls body had been torn to pieces, she didnt feel the chill. .

After a while, the girl felt her body being embraced by the mans strong arms, she took a few steps to the French window, and then was pressed somewhat roughly on the cold gla.s.s, the mans lips ran along her bare back Slowly asking the neck, moving up all the way, the girl turned her head subconsciously, and kissed the woman again.

Pulled the girls waist and hips backwards, and made a good posture. After the soldiers approached the city, Eric let go of the girls red lips, leaned close to the girls ear and asked softly, Have you thought about it yet?

Uh? Mmm, come on, come on, the aroused girl murmured, reaching back with her hand to grab something. Before she could even make a move, her arms were simultaneously lifted and firmly pressed against the gla.s.s window.

Have you made up your mind? Eric asked softly again.

You, youre such a tyrant, the girl complained weakly, wriggling her waist.

Eric showed no sign of backing down, holding the girls wrists with one hand and teasing her with the other, leaning in close to her ear once again. Have you made up your mind? he asked.

Uh The girl sighed and finally surrendered after struggling for a while, pressing her fair face against the gla.s.s window. I have made up my mind. Ill be your woman, your woman.

A contented groan soon sounded in the empty hall.

The body was soft and comfortable, but also very tired. The eyes didnt want to open. But it seemed like there was still something to do.

What was it?

The thought turned around in a daze, until it dawned on her. She still had work to do.

Thats right, she was shooting a TV drama. Being late would get her scolded.

Then she suddenly sat up, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing a pair of softness standing tall on her chest. She rubbed her head, rubbed her eyes, and then Famke Janssen saw the situation around her clearly.

This was a very large bedroom. There were windows on all sides, which were now all open. The morning light shone in, illuminating the bedroom brightly, but there was no floating dust in the air that drifted around with the sunlight.

She quickly remembered everything from last night and felt like it was a dream, but how could it be a dream?

Oh no, she seemed to have promised something.

The woman grumbled and got out of bed barefoot, but couldnt find her clothes around. She had to search through a small wardrobe next to it and found a piece that fit her height, which was similar to Erics. The s.h.i.+rt could barely cover her b.u.t.tocks, and her two long legs were exposed without any cover, and the scenery between the long legs could be vaguely seen while walking.

Curiously, she walked around the bedroom and saw the city of Malibu to the north. The densely packed small villas looked somewhat ridiculous. Well, she didnt know why she felt that way.

She went to the other side and the sun had risen high, with the sea and sky intertwined, so blue and beautiful.

She hesitated in the bedroom for a few minutes, opened the wardrobe and searched, then slammed the wardrobe door hard, Why are there only s.h.i.+rts? No pants.

She looked down at her outfit and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already eight thirty.

It would take at least an hour to drive from here to the filming location on the other side of the Santa Monica Mountains. She would definitely be late.

However, no one would dare to scold her today, right? She thought smugly. It seemed that although her performance was terrible, she had never been scolded.

The reason why she was always worried about being scolded seemed to be because Brad Pitt, who was much better than her, was often scolded.

Thinking of that figure, she quickly understood why.

For some reason, she felt happy in her heart.

Then she followed the stairs downstairs, cautiously glancing at the hall and thought that if outsiders were to see me like this, it would be terrible.

Fami, youre awake, wow, Eric had just finished his routine exercise and showered when he came out wearing a towel and saw the girl peeking out from the stairs, can not help but marvel, because from his angle, he had a clear view of the scenery between her legs.

Famke Janssen saw Eric squinting and helplessly pulled his s.h.i.+rt hem, complaining again, Why are there only s.h.i.+rts in your bedroom closet? Not even a pair of pants.

Eric teased, Just to see this kind of scene.

Ugh, jerk, the girl cursed.

Okay, Famke, I have some Drews clothes here, but you definitely cant wear them. Youll have to wear yesterdays costume for now. Ill go get it for you. It seems to be still in the car.

Hurry, hurry, and also, my underwear.

Got it, Eric turned and walked away. The girl hesitated for a moment on the stairs before cautiously walking down barefoot and pacing around the living room.

Eric quickly returned and handed the bag of clothes and shoes to the girl, pointing to the bathroom, You can take a shower while youre at it.

Thank you, Famke Janssen took it and just turned around, feeling her b.u.t.t being patted.

Ah, darn it, the girl covered her b.u.t.tocks and glared at Eric in protest.

Go ahead, Eric didnt feel ashamed at all and grinned, as if he wanted to do it again. Seeing this, the girl hurriedly fled.

After more than ten minutes, the two sat together in the dining room, watching Eric eating breakfast and reading the newspaper across from them. Famke Janssen complained, Were already so late this morning, we definitely wont be able to shoot anything.

Dont worry, itll be quick, Eric flipped a page of the newspaper without looking up.

It takes at least an hour to drive from here to the set, its probably already past ten oclock by the time we get there. Then theres makeup, set design, lines The girl took a sip of milk and kept talking.

It wont take that long, at most half an hour late.

Famke Janssen looked at Eric contemptuously, Hmph, its easy for you to say. Can I fly over there?

Ive ordered a helicopter for you. Itll take you there in half an hour.

The girl opened her mouth and then shook her head suddenly, No, no, this is too showy. If we do that, everyone willtheyll

Eric joked, Thats what I want, to a.s.sert my authority. Lets see who still dares to pay attention to you in the future.

Youreunreasonable, the girl was stunned for a moment before quickly retorting.

Okay, darling, whatever you say, Eric continued, By the way, a real estate agent will come to see you this afternoon. You said the apartment in Burbank was too noisy, right? Lets finish work early and have him take you to pick a villa in Beverly Hills. Ill inform the crew.

II cant afford to rent there now, the woman shook her head.

Pick whichever one you want, the one you pick will be yours, Ill swipe my card.

I dont want that.

Well, you can buy your own furniture, I wont bother with that.

I dont want it, the woman repeated.

Oh, by the way, do you want a car? How about a Lamborghini? Hmmno, the lines on a Lamborghini are too hard, I think a Ferrari would be more suitable for a woman, Eric said, suddenly remembering the scene of the woman driving a convertible Ferrari with Bond in GoldenEye, it was simply too cool: Yeah, a Ferrari it is, thats settled.