Chapter 315

"Is this your dorm?" At the entrance of an apartment near Oxford's New College, Kate Beckinsale brought Arthur back.

"Come in, it's cold outside," Kate Beckinsale said as she pulled Arthur inside the room and started making coffee.

"The academic atmosphere at Oxford is indeed very strong," Arthur said, sitting on the bed.

It's no wonder British actors have such solid fundamentals; their developed theater industry plays a significant role.

Kate Beckinsale took off her coat and sat next to Arthur. "It also has a strong sense of history. America is a relatively new country; it's different."

Arthur leaned in to kiss her on the lips. "Why not be my assistant after graduation?"

"Ah, you won't let me be an actress?" Kate Beckinsale responded, puzzled.

"What's so great about being an actress? Being my assistant is much more comfortable. You'll meet all kinds of actors, and they'll have to please you," Arthur said as he slid his hand into her lingerie.

"I haven't graduated yet," Kate Beckinsale said, helping Arthur remove his clothing.

Before long, Arthur lay on top of Kate Beckinsale, and soon, intermittent sounds filled the room.

"Knock knock knock," suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Kate, are you there? It's Sophia. Do you want to go to a party tonight?"

"Um," Kate Beckinsale responded breathlessly from under Arthur, "No, I'm not going..."

"Ah, got it, enjoy yourself," Sophia chuckled from outside the door, understanding the situation, and left.

"Interesting," Arthur remarked, kissing Kate Beckinsale, then silencing her with another kiss.

The next day, waking up in bed, Kate Beckinsale looked out the window. "Arthur, it's really not a good time for you to be here!"

Arthur got up, walked to the window, and hugged her from behind. "What does it matter? We can always go somewhere warm for a vacation."

"You're not going to drop out, are you?" Arthur asked, caressing Kate Beckinsale's soft skin and kissing her lovingly by the ear.

"No, I'm not. I'll graduate in two years anyway!" Kate Beckinsale pressed her back against him, raising her hand to hold his over her chest.

Feeling his excitement, "Last night wasn't enough?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Arthur smiled and kissed her again.

"Just lie down," Kate Beckinsale glared at him and pushed him onto the bed.

More than half an hour later, Kate Beckinsale lay on Arthur's chest, breathing heavily. "Is that better now?"

"Yes," Arthur said, gently rubbing her back. "I've been busy lately; I can't stay long."

"I know, it's almost Christmas and New Year. Hollywood is really busy," Kate Beckinsale kissed his chest. "Come find me at Christmas if you have time!"

Arthur shook his head, "I doubt it, not until next year."

"Alright, but Oxford has a 40-day spring break in March. You should have time then, right?" Kate Beckinsale inquired.

"Of course, I'll be free for both spring break and summer vacation..."

With less than two weeks until Christmas, London was filled with the festive atmosphere.

After two days in Oxford, Arthur went back to London. The continuous success of two movies, The Crying Game and Four Weddings and a Funeral, helped Galaxy develop strongly in the UK.

As the number of films produced increased, Galaxy UK's production base in Buckinghamshire was gradually expanding, building new studios and recording rooms for its own infrastructure!

In Kensington Park Road, London, Arthur spent 5.5 million pounds to buy a three-story villa, planning to use it as his future accommodation in London.

"Arthur, you're in the UK. Why didn't you tell me?" Catherine Zeta-Jones showed up excitedly at Arthur's new house that afternoon.

"Alright, alright. This time I came to check on the production base in Buckinghamshire and buy a property," Arthur patted the lady in his arms. "But this place needs some renovation!"

The house, once owned by a British Earl, was too old-fashioned for Arthur's taste.

"Is that so," Catherine Zeta-Jones said, sitting in Arthur's lap and staring at the fire in the fireplace.

"You don't like it?"

"No, it's fine, mainly the style of the living room and master bedroom that I don't like," Arthur replied, enjoying the old fireplace style.

The current exchange rate of pounds to dollars means that 5.5 million pounds is over 8 million dollars.

Renovating the house would add up to an investment of over ten million dollars.

"London has many Christmas activities now, shall we go check them out?" Catherine Zeta-Jones suggested, arms around Arthur's neck.

"Do you want to go?" Arthur asked with a smile.

Catherine Zeta-Jones nodded, "There's only a week left until Christmas, it'll be fun!"

"Alright, we'll head out soon," Arthur agreed. He had been busy with company matters since returning to London and welcomed a break.

"Good," Catherine Zeta-Jones kissed him passionately.

Arthur responded eagerly, unbuttoning her top to reveal her sexy lace lingerie.

"Did you wear this on purpose?" Arthur teased, caressing her chest.

"What do you think?" Catherine Zeta-Jones said, puffing out her chest, "I saw Jon Peters in London a few days ago, but we didn't run into each other!"

Jon Peters, the co-chairman of Sony Pictures Entertainment, had previously proposed to Catherine Zeta-Jones but was directly rejected.

Arthur removed her lingerie, caressing her supple body, "Sony Columbia is a mess. Don't worry, Jon Peters isn't having a good time either!"

"I know. Everything between us ended a long time ago," Catherine Zeta-Jones assured Arthur.

Arthur smiled, "I'm not worried about that, he's just a hairdresser with troubles of his own. What qualifications does he have to compete with me for a woman?"

Saying that, Arthur leaned down and kissed her chest.

"Pfft," Catherine Zeta-Jones laughed, holding Arthur's head. Jon Peters, a hairdresser who entered Hollywood by cutting hair for celebrities and became a producer, had been a joke to many in Hollywood.

Jon Peters was indeed far inferior to his counterpart, the other co-chairman of Sony Pictures Entertainment, Peter Guber!

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