"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kewell." Gwyneth extended her hand with a smile. Her smile was sweet and a little shy, but when she looked at Adriaan, there was a flash of brilliance in her eyes.
"Nice to meet you too, Ms. Paltrow." Adriaan stood up and shrugged. "Let's not be so polite. Just call me Eide. Gwyneth, your name sounds nice."
"Okay, Eide. I hope I'm not disturbing you." Gwyneth smiled and sat beside him. She closed her legs and placed her hands on them. She looked dignified and elegant.
"Of course not. I just finished discussing something important with Eide." Spielberg smiled and shook his head. He looked at Gwyneth as if he wanted to say something, but then he looked at Adriaan and stood up. "Alright, it's time for an old man like me to leave. I'll leave some time for you young people."
"You're an actress too, right, Gwyneth?" Adriaan asked after Spielberg left.
"Yes, my father is a producer at Eggers Company. My mother is an actress. I've been practicing my lines with my mother since I was young, so I've always wanted to be an outstanding actress." Her expression turned a little gloomy. "But my parents don't want me to be an actress."
"Really? That's a pity. " Adriaan frowned and said with a regretful tone. Then, he moved in front of Gwyneth as if he had discovered something. He clenched his fist and covered his mouth as he carefully observed her.
He looked at her for a few minutes, and they were so close that their noses were almost touching. They could feel each other's breath. Their black eyes were as deep as the bottom of a lake.
"Eide?" Gwyneth tilted her head and called out shyly. Her eyes rolled slightly, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"One minute, just one minute," Adriaan said softly. His eyes became clearer and gentler as if he was sizing up a work of art. Although this move was old-fashioned, it worked every time. Of course, the prerequisite was that you had to have confidence in yourself.
"Captain Hook, the young Wendy, right?" he said suddenly.
"How … how did you know?" Gwyneth widened her eyes and looked at Adriaan in surprise.
"I have a photographic memory, and I've watched almost all of Steven's movies." Adriaan smiled and spread his hands. "But for some things that I don't have a deep impression of, it takes a lot of time to remember, so just now …"
He made an apologetic gesture, but Gwyneth, who was smiling like a flower, didn't take it to heart at all. She looked at him with excitement in her grayish-green eyes. "Wow, although I've heard of people who have photographic memory, this is the first time I've seen it in person!"
Then, she suddenly thought of something and revealed an awkward expression. "Oh, sorry, Eide, I'm not … Okay, I'm sorry, I was a little excited, I was just …"
Looking at her rambling, Adriaan couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and held her hand. "It's okay, Gwyneth, don't take it to heart. You know, you look very cute now."
"Um … thank you," Gwyneth said with a silly smile, but she didn't pull her hand away from Adriaan's.
The soothing music started again. Adriaan glanced at the band and suddenly stood up and made an inviting gesture. "I don't know if I can have the honor to dance with you, Gwyneth."
"Of course." Gwyneth stood up happily, and the two slowly entered the dance floor. They held each other's arms according to etiquette and stepped out with the music and the surrounding crowd.
This wasn't a dance competition, and the music was very soothing. Everyone danced casually. Some even paced back and forth on the dance floor. Basically, they were dancing while having intimate conversations with their partners.
"… After the little boy received the money, he wrote a thank-you letter to God: Dear God, thank you very much for the money. But I noticed that for some reason, the money you mailed to me had to pass through Washington, D.C., and was embezzled by those rascals. "As Adriaan finished, Gwyneth giggled again.
"You're so funny, Eide." Gwyneth said with a smile. Then, she thought of something and blinked mischievously. "So, you should hate the tax bureau?"
"Believe me, dear, all of us hate them." Adriaan said with a serious face, and the girl chuckled again. She almost fell on him and couldn't get up. The vibrant youthfulness blew over, and Adriaan, who had his arms around her waist, couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
"You know, Gwyneth, your smile is really beautiful." He stared into her eyes and suddenly said.
"Really?" Hearing this compliment, Gwyneth wasn't particularly happy. "Unfortunately, not everyone thinks so. Everyone says that my face is a bit wide, and I have to comb my hair down to cover part of it. It may be fine when I don't smile, but if I laugh, it will become very ugly."
"The person who said this must be a guy with poor taste." Adriaan chuckled. "I've heard a saying, Gwyneth, and I think this saying is very true. There are only lazy women in the world, and there are no ugly women."
Except for the name, everything else was exactly the same. If Blanchett was here, it would definitely be very fun. But is she here? So, Adriaan continued with a peace of mind. "No woman is perfect. Even a beautiful woman like Elizabeth Taylor has some flaws in her facial features. So it doesn't matter if her appearance is not outstanding. There are many prerequisites for a woman to be beautiful, such as whether she knows how to dress herself, or whether her clothes match her temperament. "
Speaking of this, Adriaan paused, and Gwyneth was a little fascinated by his words.
He laughed in his heart, and then continued, "In my opinion, temperament is often more important than appearance, because temperament is easier to leave a deep impression. Why do we say that some actresses are just vases? Because they have nothing other than beauty. But you are different, Gwyneth. Although your elegant temperament is not fully formed, it is already attractive, and you know how to express it. For example … "
He leaned in front of her and took a light breath. The two of them were already very close, and now they were even closer. Their lips were almost an inch apart, and the masculine smell that assaulted her made Gwyneth reveal a trace of a confused look.
"It's very fresh. Roses, tulips, jasmine, and a little iris. It's either Lancome Miracle, Bulgari's classic yellow tea, or Estee Lauder's Pure Love Wind." Adriaan's voice sounded. "But considering that the smell of iris is a little faint, it will only be the last kind. Am I right?"
"Oh … God, how did you smell it?" Gwyneth looked at him in surprise, and her eyes widened again.
Adriaan smiled and did not directly answer, "Lancome Miracle is full of elegant taste, and Bulgari's classic yellow tea is elegant and reserved, but they are a little too mature, so Estee Lauder's Pure Love Wind is more suitable for a young girl with a good temperament like you."
Speaking of this, he glanced at the person in the distance, who had been watching them from the corner of his eye from the beginning, with lightning speed.
"I don't know … what to say, Eide, you are really …" A faint blush appeared on Gwyneth's face, and the way her eyes moved made her look much more charming.
The music just stopped at this time, and Adriaan immediately let go of her hand and took her back to the seat.
"I think I have to leave, Gwyneth," he said after a sigh.
"You're leaving?" Gwyneth, who was still immersed in the atmosphere, suddenly came back to her senses.
"Yes, there are some other things I need to deal with." Adriaan nodded.
"But …" Gwyneth frowned, and did not hide her disappointment.
"I know, this is a beautiful night, I'm sorry." Adriaan looked at her calmly, "I'm sorry, Gwyneth. Although I want to stay a little longer, some things have been decided."
Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled, "If you want, can you give me your phone number?"
"Oh, of course." Gwyneth was about to find a pen and paper, but Adriaan had already handed it to her.
"You've already prepared it, haven't you?" Gwenis rolled her eyes at him and wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper. Adriaan smiled and did not answer. After taking the piece of paper with her phone number, he glanced at it and put it in his coat pocket. Only then did he lean over to Gwyneth and asked with a smile, "I want to leave a good memory before I leave, is that okay?"
"En?" Before Gwyneth could react, she felt a moist sensation at the corner of her mouth. She was stunned, and her cheeks began to burn slightly. She immediately rolled her eyes at Adriaan again.
Adriaan smiled, nodded, and turned to walk out. When he reached the outside of the hall, he waited for the door to shut off the noise inside. He took a deep breath and put the previous flirtatious scene at the back of his mind. He calmed his mind, adjusted his clothes, and recalled for a while. Then, Adriaan walked along the corridor to the right. After a few quick steps, he turned a corner and saw the person he had been observing tonight.
She was wearing a bright red V-neck evening dress, which revealed a small part of her beautiful back. Her figure was still as outstanding as when he first saw her. She staggered a little as she walked, and her swaying figure made people think of her as a flirt.
Adriaan quickly walked up to her and hugged her waist from behind. "Hi, Kate, are you okay?"
"Ai … Eide?" Kate Beckinsale suddenly raised her head in a panic. Her eyes, which were covered by big waves, flashed a trace of panic, and then she struggled slightly. "Don't touch me …"
"Does it still hurt here?" Adriaan held her firmly and pressed under her ribs. Kate suddenly stopped and looked at him blankly. "How did you … how did you know?"
"Of course I know. I know everything, Kate!"
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