CHAPTER 79, EXCLUSIVE DEBUT-XVII

In an apartment in downtown Soho, New York.

Josie sat on the bright cobalt-blue fabric sofa, supporting her head with one hand and the tabby cat Maggie on her knee with the other, and asked, "What do you think, Ed?" "

Not far from her, Edward . Norton was leaning over to look at a painting and replied, "It should have been put in the Spanish Cloister of the Garner Museum, not on the second-hand dining table in this apartment." "

The Garner Museum, a private museum in Boston, was stolen in 1990 by two stupid thieves disguised as police officers who stole hundreds of millions of dollars worth of art, one of the world's top 10 most famous art thefts, and recently expired.

The museum's hostess, Lady Isabella, is an outstanding collector of art, with works such as Vermeer's The Concert, Titian's The Plunder of Europa, and even an entire Spanish Cloister for Sargent's Eljaleo, where gypsy girls dance enchantingly under layered Spanish-style arches.

Josie's fingers rubbed lightly along Maggie's back, and after hearing this, she laughed: "Let's change to a less exaggerated way of praise, this is just a somewhat failed exercise of my own." "

"Then it should be put into a place with a sense of ritual." Edward wrapped the painting back up and did not forget to continue his sweet words, "If I could, I would build a palace for it, because the beauty on it is so touching, and there is a look of yearning for freedom in her eyes, but a trace of melancholy between her eyebrows makes this look very contradictory and elusive." "

Light brown vellum wrapped most of the portrait, only the blue eyes of the girl in the painting were still exposed, like Josie, but not like Josie.

The portrait is not large, the girl in the painting has red hair and blue eyes, gently looking back in the boundless deep sea, I don't know whose dream woke up.

"Palace? The Sun King's palace is unique in the world, but unfortunately, it is built on a swamp, and it is beautiful, but it is not as magnificent and majestic as people think. Josie said suddenly, with subtle sarcasm, "I don't want it." "

During the reign of Louis XIV, the Sun King, it was the most prosperous and lively time for Versailles, and it was also the time when Versailles smelled at its most smell - there were not even toilets.

So the high-ranking and powerful princes and ministers were directly behind the nearby curtain... Why did the French people at that time have high heels and perfumes?

She was cranky while petting her cat.

Edward walked over and changed a vinyl record, and the husky and confused jazz female voice slowly chanted, before coming to Josie and sitting on the sofa.

He took her cat into his arms and asked, "So, what do you want, my queen?" "

Queen?

Josie laughed it off.

She rested her head against Edward's shoulder socket, "'I came into this world to see the sun and the blue horizon. Balmont's poem once touched me deeply. Then I found out that the sun and the horizon were too far away, and now I just wanted a poem or a rose. "

Edward's slightly hoarse voice came from above her head, and he said slowly, "It's too simple. "

"'When my □□ is still and my soul is lonely, why does this absurd rose bloom in me?'"

"'You are the music, the dome of heaven, the palace, the river, the angels, the deep rose—'"

"'Secret and indefinite.'"

After reading it, he dropped a light kiss on the top of her hair.

Josie raised her face, looked at his side face for a moment, and asked very sadly, "I'm curious, are you so intimate with Miss Barrymore, Ed?" "

A slightly surprised look appeared on Edward's elegant face, but without the slightest embarrassment, he actually laughed with some pleasure and asked, "Why do you ask that?" "

Instead of feeling embarrassed, he thought it was a surprising sign - out of concern, so mind?

Although there will always be some inexplicable jealousy in lovers, assuming that this really happened to Josie, he hoped it would be a little stronger.

A lot of the time—especially lately—he felt Josie getting further and further away from him, perhaps because she had spent most of her awards season in Los Angeles, or perhaps because of her careful and daring kiss in front of the camera.

He even had the ridiculous illusion that she was looking at Tim. Rose's eyes weren't too different from when they first met in the rehearsal room.

Until today, she asked such a question.

However, Josie gently withdrew from his embrace and replied, "Just plain curiosity." Because your appearance is too deceptive, like a good card who has not been in love, but the truth is that you are a skilled player, and you can catch women well. Is that right? "

Edward grabbed her arm and took her back into his arms.

"That's not right. I don't think that includes you. Raising his hand to straighten her somewhat messy hair, he said, "Don't move, let me see you." "

Maggie quietly broke free and landed lightly on the floor.

Josie sat on the sofa with her knees bent, her slender back neck was as graceful as a swan, and the half-turtleneck cashmere sweater was gently attached to her thin back, vaguely showing her increasingly slender back line.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and some smiles on her face meant that his gentle gaze was invaded little by little, and a touching crimson color quietly bloomed.

And those watery eyes, blue as a mysterious pool, and a whirlpool on the sea, make it impossible to escape.

The air seemed to become moist and quiet, and the entire space seemed to be able to hear only their breathing from each other.

Edward gently held up Josie's right cheek with his hand, and the thumb of his left hand gently rubbed on her cheek, the advantages of mixed blood and youth made the skin under his hand feel delicate and soft, like the finest mutton fat, shining white and flawless.

"Hey, I have a question." He said, his tone exactly like his gaze, gentle and demagogic.

"Huh?" Josie made a single tone from her nose, somewhat lazily.

Edward hesitated, stared into her eyes and spoke, "Josie, you—"

Josie suddenly leaned over and pressed him to the sofa, kissed his chin, raised her head casually, pinned the hair in her ear before asking, "What's wrong with me?" "

Her eyes were open and innocent, and the person leaned on his chest, defenseless.

Edward couldn't help but touch her beautiful neck before asking, "Do you think, between us-"

"Ed, isn't it good to be like this now?" Josie interrupted him and tilted her head to ask, "We are all happy, why change?" "

Her eyes were still so innocent and innocent, as if she just thought it was good—and this was what Edward found incomprehensible.

An indescribable complex mood crept into his heart, but it didn't make him very concerned at the moment, because he was looking at the expression on Josie's face suspiciously, as if he wanted to find out the meaning of a joke.

"So that's what I mean?" He asked, "I thought you suddenly asked about Drew, maybe because I didn't give you enough security?" "

Josie did not answer the previous question, but blinked, noncommittal: "Well, the answer is heavy, or are you angry?" "

These big bright eyes with a sly smile are looking at him with extreme provocation and seduction, barefoot forest fairies and evil dream banshees.

Edward raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He gently stroked Josie's silky long hair, his eyes seemed to show some gentleness, his tone was unusually calm, and he said lightly: "How come." You told me at the beginning, 'If a man can't win a woman's love, it's his fault, not hers.' 'Right, cunning girl. "

"Wow, unexpectedly, things got interesting." Josie's eyes were very bright and focused, she held her face with both hands, as if she could only see Edward alone, and asked sweetly and expectantly: "What will you do, Ed?" Give her up, leave her, or..."

"I will—" He paused deliberately, rolled over and switched places, and then gazed condescendingly at the nasty and real blonde beauty, which was a thrilling face—heh, she was even smiling sweetly.

"Tame her." He spat out this rather powerful word.

"Oh, tame." Josie curled the corners of her mouth, as if she heard something extremely interesting, her index finger lightly touched his lips, and supported her chin with one hand: "Or, tamed by her?" "

Edward raised his lips and smiled, his usually gentle eyes suddenly became provocative, sharp and aggressive, but without the slightest sense of discord, as if he should have been.

"Tame by her?" His expression seemed to say that this was impossible, and his tone was not very concerned, "Although this possibility is low, I still look forward to it." "

At this time, Josie couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She smiled wildly, her blue eyes even misty, taking advantage of the soft blonde hair that spread out, like a pitiful and cute kitten, but not very harmless when she spoke, "You're so cute, Ed." "

"Emmmm, why is it cute, not smart and quick-witted, charismatic?" Edward frowned deliberately.

"Because I want to tell you that you are attractive to me." Josie said, "I'm also curious to know how you will tame me, or how you will be tamed by me..."

She reached out and hooked the back of his neck, pulled it down gently, and took the initiative to offer her lips.

Edward was slightly stunned, her kiss was already like a pool of spring water, invading between his lips and teeth, rediscovering the ambiguous atmosphere between the two that had been interrupted several times.

The burning fireplace warmed the night, but the war between men and women had only just begun, and no one knew whether anyone would win or both.

Before I knew it, the sun was quietly falling, and the morning sun squeezed into the room through the gaps in the windows and curtains, and no one disturbed the lovers who were sleeping together.

Until the living room phone rings.