Chapter 518

"… Vronsky read the letter, as at the first moment when he heard of the rupture with her husband, and involuntarily succumbed to that spontaneous feeling which had arisen in him from his own relations with the husband who had been insulted." The blazing afternoon sun shrouded the balcony, sprinkling a golden light. Under the cool shadow, the reading had stopped.

Sophie Marceau raised her arm and put it on her forehead. She looked up at the blue sky along the edge of the parasol, then sighed faintly. After staring blankly for a few minutes, she picked up the book in her hand again, but this time, she did not read it aloud. She had read the French version of "Anna Karenina" countless times. She was already quite familiar with the plot, and she often compared it with the adapted script. Plus, she also communicated with the confirmed director, Angor Vika, several times. She was confident that she could perform that kind of charm.

"This role will test your acting skills. After all, your appearance is different from the Russian woman. You must be 'similar'. Do you know the meaning of this Chinese word? It means to give the audience a feeling that even though they don't look the same, the inside is exactly the same. "This sentence suddenly sounded in Sophie's ears again.

Is that why I'm working so hard? She asked herself in her mind. Then, a feeling of irritation surged up, causing her to suddenly lose interest in continuing to read.

Slap. She threw the novel on the small round table next to her. Sophie stood up and paced back and forth on the balcony. Then, she looked up in the direction of the English Channel. That guy should still be busy in London, right?

What the hell, how did I become like this? Sophie went back to her room, poured herself a glass of red wine, and took a big gulp before sighing. Since Adriaan left that day, he had not contacted her for almost two weeks. The only time she saw him was at the live broadcast of Princess Diana's funeral, which suddenly made her feel uncomfortable.

In the past, he would either call or send a letter to her every two or three days. He would not say too much. Whether it was a phone call or a letter, he would only say a few words. Most of the time, Sophie would choose to say a few perfunctory words. But now, he suddenly disappeared, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Well, back to the movie. If this movie can get good reviews, it will further open up the market in Hollywood … Damn it, these are his words again!

Sophie gloomily turned the wine glass in her hand. Her melancholy temperament was displayed vividly. Coupled with her dazed look, everyone who saw her could not help but want to hold her in their arms and protect her.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Sophie, who was in deep thought, was awakened. She walked to the stairs in a daze and looked at the door. She remembered that she had asked her agent to turn down all the invitations for the next few days. She just wanted to rest at home for two or three days. Moreover, this was another small villa of hers. Not many people knew about it. Who would come looking for her?

With doubts in her mind, Sophie came to the door and peeked through the peephole. She screamed in shock and grabbed her hair and clothes in a panic, not knowing what to do.

God, why is he here?! Shouldn't he be in London? Sophie thought gloomily. At this moment, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a loose shirt and shorts. This image really did not look good.

When the doorbell rang for the second time, Sophie suddenly calmed down. The panic came and went suddenly. She stared at the door for a few seconds, then slightly tidied up her hair, and then opened the door. She crossed her arms and showed a cold face to the man outside. "Why are you here?"

"Thank God, I thought you weren't at home." Adriaan looked relieved. "I'm so happy to see you, Sophie."

After that, as if he did not see her cold look, he pushed the door open and walked into the house, which made the beautiful woman angry.

"I'm asking you a question, Eide!" Sophie shouted angrily after closing the door.

"You look really … extraordinary." Adriaan, who sat down on the sofa, reached out and gestured at her figure in the air. "Very casual, very relaxed, very lazy, and very attractive."

"Really?" Hearing the praise, Sophie could not help but smile, but she quickly reacted and stamped her feet angrily. "Eide!"

"What's wrong?" Adriaan shrugged. "Can't I come to Paris to see you if I miss you?"

"Well …" Sophie was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, she asked angrily, "How much did you spend to buy my agent?"

"I didn't spend any money. I just sincerely told Dominique that I really wanted to see you, and he gave me the address." Adriaan spread his hands.

How could Sophie believe this? She knew very well that many French people were opposed to her going to Hollywood. Dominique Bashard had also persuaded her many times to take some French or European movies to change this trend of public opinion, but Adriaan suggested that she focus completely on Hollywood.

"You have the potential, the potential to make everyone not admire your looks and figure, but your acting skills. You just haven't met anyone who can tap into this potential." That was what he said at the time.

Of course, Sophie also knew that they each had their own thoughts. If it was ten years ago, she might not have understood the key to this, but after spending ten years in a situation where she was blinded by love, there was no way she couldn't see it.

Dominique was her agent, and his income was naturally related to her work, but he knew nothing about Hollywood. He was the one who handled Brave Heart before, but since The English Patient, the American agent recommended by Adriaan had taken over. If Sophie shifted her focus to Hollywood … As for Adriaan, there was no need to talk about his thoughts.

"What do you want? Coffee or tea? "Sophie gave up arguing with him, turned and walked to the kitchen.

"Of course, the coffee you made yourself," said Adriaan with a cheeky smile. Of course, Sophie rolled her eyes.

Pervert! Sophie gritted her teeth as she ground the coffee beans, spinning the handle quickly as if it was Adriaan's thing and she couldn't wait to tear it off. But when she really started to think back, she couldn't help but sigh.

At first, she did have the idea of using his ability to get to the next level, but this guy didn't play by the rules. After gaining her trust with his glib tongue, he started to violate and molest her.

Sophie still remembered everything that happened in the garden that day, especially the scene of the man and woman moaning outside the bushes while the other party covered her mouth and entered the deepest part of the garden. Every time she fantasized about it, the exciting feeling made her subconsciously rub her legs.

Alright, he was very talented, very charming, and very understanding of a woman's mind. When they were chatting, he could always talk about the topics that she wanted to hear. They also had many things in common. When she lay in his arms, that sense of security was also very comforting. She had protected that man for almost ten years. Why couldn't she find a man who would protect her? If … if he wasn't ambiguous with so many women, and even had a child with one of them …

"What's wrong?" Adriaan suddenly asked while tasting the coffee.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" Sophie, who was curled up on the sofa with one hand supporting her cheek, suddenly came back to her senses.

"Why do you suddenly give people a … feeling of sadness?" Adriaan said seriously.

Sophie was stunned for a moment. After a moment, she revealed a bitter smile, shook her head, and didn't say anything.

"If there's anything unhappy, it's better to say it. With someone to share some of it, your unhappiness will be reduced a lot." Adriaan held her hand, looked into her big brown eyes, and said gently.

"Thank you, Eide." Sophie smiled. "It's nothing."

"It seems that I was being too tactful." Adriaan suddenly said, "Actually, what I mean is, if you have something unhappy, you might as well say it to make me happy."

"Eide!" Sophie immediately shouted and raised the cushion to hit him.

Under Adriaan's mediation, the atmosphere in the room became lively. The man and the woman began to chat after playing for a while. It was almost the same as before. The topic changed quite quickly. There were laughter and quarrels, and it seemed quite harmonious.

The sky quickly darkened. After talking about Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables", Adriaan looked at the time and then reached out to Sophie, "Can I have dinner with you, Sophie?"

"Well …" Sophie hesitated, "Forget it, Eide, I …"

"I insist." Adriaan didn't give her a chance to speak.

Sophie frowned, but she quickly smoothed it out and sighed, "Okay, I promise you."

After that, she got up and went into the room to dress up. It took her almost an hour to finish. She changed into a simple light yellow dress, and her hair hung softly on her shoulders. Her face was thin with makeup, and she looked particularly delicate.

"You are so beautiful no matter what you wear, Sophie," Adriaan said admiringly.

Sophie shrugged, "So, where are we going next?"

"The car is waiting at the door. You will know when we get there." Adriaan smiled and then added, "Take another coat. The place we are going will be a little cold."

Although she was puzzled, Sophie still did as he said. When they came out, it was already dark. The lights of the city had been lit early, and the lights were waning. There was indeed a car parked outside the villa. It was a black Rolls Royce Silver Thorn. Even though it was not a stretch car, it was still a top car.

"Put this on, will you?" After she got in the car with curiosity, Adriaan actually took out a black cloth belt and looked at her with a smile.

"What do you want to do?" Sophie looked at him with some vigilance.

"This is a surprise. I hope to reveal the mystery at the last moment." Adriaan said with a smile, and then leaned in her ear, "Don't worry. I won't do that kind of thing again."

Sophie's face suddenly turned red, and then she glared at him. Adriaan once came to Paris to see her. They made love passionately in the living room. He blindfolded her eyes with a cloth when she was unprepared, then picked her up from behind, and coaxed her that he had carried her to the window facing the street. It was conceivable how much she was stimulated. Sophie was angry for a few days in the end, and Adriaan coaxed her for a long time to calm her down.

"Sophie, believe me, okay?" Adriaan said in a sincere tone.

After hesitating, Sophie gritted her teeth and finally took it. She covered her eyes with her own hands. The car then started. There were no flowers on the way, but Adriaan always held her hand in his. After about 20 minutes, the car finally stopped. With the support of Adriaan, Sophie got out of the car and walked a long distance before entering the elevator.

It had to be said that Adriaan was still very considerate. He whispered in her ear to remind her of the road. It was just that along the way, the doubts in Sophie's heart only increased. They should be in the elevator now. Why would the elevator go up for several minutes without reaching the end? And just now when her high heels hit the ground, it sounded like she was hitting steel?

Just as she was making random guesses, the black cloth covering her eyes was suddenly taken off. Although the light here wasn't that strong, Sophie still subconsciously squinted her eyes. But she quickly saw the surrounding scenery clearly, and then she couldn't help but open her mouth.

They were now at least 800 feet in the air, and they were surrounded by steel. Standing in front of the railing, they could completely overlook the brightly lit Paris. The city seemed to have turned into a huge map, and the streets and alleys drew countless lines with different widths in the light. If her memory was correct, this should be …

"Welcome to the Eiffel Tower, Ms. Sophie Marceau." The waiter walked over, smiled, and bowed to her.

"This … this …" Sophie stuttered. I couldn't say anything.

"Come, my beautiful lady." Adriaan took her hand and walked to the railing near the railing. There was already a round table there. Several candles burned in olive-shaped glass vases, emitting a soft light. In the vase in the middle, there was a delicate rose. Other than the waiter and a musician playing a serenade not far away, there was no one else around. Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it look romantic and moving.

Until they sat down at the round table, Sophie still looked like she was in a dream. She only woke up when the bread basket was put down and the waiter placed the menu in front of her.

"I'm not dreaming, right?" Sophie blinked and asked, but the whistling wind in her ears from time to time told her that it was all real.

"Let's order first." Adriaan smiled and opened the menu.

How could a French meal not have foie gras and escargot? Under the cooking of a top chef, the food was especially delicious. Coupled with the accompaniment of music and this special environment, this romantic dinner almost made Sophie lose control of herself.

Like many people, after the meal, he specially invited the chef to take the elevator to meet him. After a few words of greeting and a few minutes of rest, Adriaan immediately bowed to Sophie. "Can I ask you to dance?"

Sophie's face was flushed, and with a faint smile, she extended her hand without hesitation. Adriaan snapped his fingers, and the rested musician immediately played a cheerful waltz. The two then hugged each other and danced in the beautiful music and the whistling wind. From the occasional giggles, it could be heard that Sophie was very happy.

"Oh, Eide, oh, Eide …" At the end of the song, Sophie was already lying on top of Adriaan, murmuring his name, her eyes full of fascination.

After a long time, she straightened her body and looked back. No one was there anymore. She didn't know when Adriaan let the musicians and waiter go down. If it weren't for the small round table still there and the candle in the glass bottle still burning, she might have thought it was a dream again.

"How … did you do it?" Sophie couldn't help but ask, although she had more or less guessed it. "You know, at this time …"

"Well, in order to reserve the third floor observation deck, it did take a lot of effort, and I also owed a lot of favors, but … it was all worth it, especially when your face no longer has that sad look on it." Adriaan said, his fingers gently moving across her face.

Sophie stared at him, something swirling in her eyes. Although Adriaan said it lightly, she also knew it wouldn't be that easy, especially the last sentence …

In the next second, she suddenly kissed Adriaan's mouth and desperately sucked. Adriaan did not hesitate to taste her tongue, and his hands began to move up and down her body. The two leaned against the fence repeatedly, using their lips and tongues to pour out their desires to each other, until Adriaan picked up the hem of Sophie's skirt.

"Ai … Eide … wait …" When his hand slid into the inside of her thigh, she only noticed it, but under his comfort, she was unable to resist.

"It's okay, if I don't call them, they won't come up." Adriaan said as he accelerated his attack.

"But … but …" Sophie still wanted to struggle.

"Look, Sophie, look at this beautiful Paris night view, look at the endless stream of vehicles below." Adriaan leaned close to her ear and gently bit her delicate earlobe, "What can be more exciting than this?"

"Oh … you bastard … you damn bastard …" Sophie murmured and turned her head reluctantly. Even if she couldn't hear the sound, she could see the countless lights. She then raised her head to look at the dark sky. She closed her eyes, and in the whistling wind, her slight resistance turned into complete acceptance.

Then, Sophie was picked up, and Adriaan, who was kissing her, went deep into her. The pants he took off hung under the high heels and began to sway with the rhythm.

Seeing that he had completely let go of the moaning Sophie, Adriaan's heart was extremely satisfied. What could be more refreshing than making love to the love of France on the symbol of Paris?