When she noticed the man next to her and it was getting dark, she quietly stood up.

Didn't wake up.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the sky in the gap between the curtains was still not as bright as it should be in the early morning. I was completely sleepy, so I fumbled to put on my underwear, got out of bed barefoot, went to the window, and opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I saw a drizzle in front of my eyes.

A gloomy scene.

The sky, the lake and the city buildings on the other side are all shrouded in this gloom.

My mood did not become gloomy, but I really enjoyed this feeling.

The chill is coming.

Facing the cold air, I walked out of the bedroom, leaned on the balcony railing and looked around, not worrying about being seen.

This is a villa on Mercer Island in the middle of Lake Washington. It is located in Seattle. It is a mansion with more than two acres and is surrounded by green trees. The urban area on the other side of the lake is still covered by a curtain of rain.

When I was in college, I majored in advertising and art. I hadn’t started writing for a long time, but now I felt the urge to draw the surrounding scenery.

After all, it doesn’t belong to you.

The 33-year-old woman didn't feel that she was getting old, but she felt a sense of frustration at this time.

How nice it would be to have a house like this of my own.

Just like my fantasy when I just left school, I would create my own advertising company, own a beautiful house, have no material constraints, and be free.

Then, there is the gap between ideal and reality.

In school, she was the cheerleader, she was the homecoming queen, she was the envy of the girls, and the admiration of the boys.

When you enter society, you suddenly become nothing.

I remembered yesterday afternoon, when I heard that little man's invitation that was so natural, I felt that he was too overbearing, but I couldn't resist much.

There should be some yearning for it.

Yearning for a world that I have never touched.

So, after work, she went home and changed her clothes. When a car came to pick her up, she got on it resignedly and imagined what the next night would be like.

The result was still beyond her imagination.

Dinner was on his Boeing 767. It was an experience I had never had before, and it even felt a bit magical.

A very luxurious aircraft.

I didn't feel much show off from him.

Or, the young man who has been shrouded in too much halo really doesn't need to show off anything anymore.

It's just natural.

Like, well, it was so natural when he 'invited' me.

It seems like all of Hollywood belongs to him.

He is the king.

You can take whatever you want.

An inconspicuous little woman like her didn't even have the courage to be reserved in the face of the king's demands.

After dinner, the plane landed in Seattle at night.

The airport is in the city of Renton on the south shore of the Great Lakes. After leaving the airport, you boarded a speedboat and crossed Lake Washington, and then entered this mansion.

It's even a bit like coming home from get off work.

However, it is not the kind of thing where you have to drive hard for two hours on a congested road and be exhausted when you get home.

Very smooth.

Although.

Well, this is indeed thousands of miles away from Los Angeles.

She was thinking endlessly when a thick cotton bathrobe was suddenly wrapped around her body.

Turning around, there was a man's warm smile.

She let her whole body be wrapped in the bathrobe, and he held her waist. After hesitating for a moment, she leaned forward, leaning back slightly, and kissed the man's lips lightly, saying, "Good morning."

"Morning," Simon looked at the woman in front of him, whose brown hair was soaked by the rain, and said, "I really don't want to disturb your view of the scenery, but believe me, having a cold doesn't feel good at all."

"It's so beautiful here." She replied, not sure if it was an explanation or something else. She paused, looked into the man's eyes, and said, "So, what are our plans for today?"

"Have breakfast first, and then go back to Los Angeles."

"ah?"

Simon said patiently: "I'm sorry, but I'm very busy. I'm afraid I can't spend the weekend with you here."

I really want to say that I can spend the weekend here by myself.

However, this seems a bit abrupt.

He could only nod his head obediently.

Simon looked at the woman's wet hair again and said, "It's better to take a shower first. Don't really catch a cold. I'll wait for you downstairs."

The man pulled me off the terrace and into the bathroom. When I closed the door, I finally plucked up the courage and invited, "Do you want to come with us?"

Simon smiled and shook his head, reaching out to help the woman close the bathroom door.

More than half an hour later, Sheila Ward walked out of the bedroom. She was already wearing the black jacket and waist skirt she wore yesterday, which showed off her figure.

Men are easily put off by women who wear black. Yesterday, I wore all black on purpose.

It had no effect on him, and the man seemed to like it very much.

He walked downstairs slowly while stroking the handrail of the stairs, looking around curiously.

When I came downstairs, I saw a young girl in a light blue business suit arranging the furnishings on the sofa in the living room. When I noticed her appearance, the girl greeted her politely with a touch of alienation: "Good morning, Ward.

Miss."

He took back his hand as if nothing had happened and nodded in response: "Morning, b."

This is one of the flight attendants on his private plane. She is blonde, tall, and young. He calls her 'b', and the other one is 'a'. The man casually introduced her last night. They are actually Betsy and Alison. He seems to

I like this relatively concise name. I just don't know if there are also 'c' and 'd'.

There should be.

Own.

Well, it should be ‘s’.

However, he didn't call himself that, and he didn't even like to say his name, and he didn't use endearing words like 'honey'. He just spoke when he spoke, and then she knew he was talking to her.

The attitude of the girl in front of her towards her was obviously cold and hostile, as well as unconcealable envy.

Of course I know why.

They were younger and prettier, but he was more interested in her.

Suddenly she felt a little proud, and he called her "b" after him on purpose.

I really enjoyed this sense of superiority that I rarely experienced after leaving campus, so I raised my chin slightly and asked the girl in front of me: "Where is Simon?"

Seeing her like this, Betsy's tone became obviously colder, but she still said in a professional manner: "In the restaurant, Ms. Ward, please come with me."

Simon is reading the newspaper at the dining table.

Seeing her come in, the man said hello and motioned to Betsy who was following her to bring her breakfast.

Sheila Ward sat down opposite Simon, raised her chin naturally, and asked: "Is there any interesting news today?"

Simon glanced at the "New York Times" in his hand again and said: "Saddam Hussein called on the Middle East countries at the Arab Cooperation Council meeting yesterday to unite and use their unparalleled energy advantages to build a country that can compete with Europe.

A community of interests that competes with North America.”

Sheila Ward blinked a few times, with a hint of resentment on her expression, and said, "Do men become so perfunctory after they succeed?"

Simon nodded with a 'heavy' expression: "Yes, reality is cruel."

Sheila Ward wanted to grab something and throw it over. She glanced at the clean table and had to give up. She simply asked in a self-defeating tone: "Is there anything special about this news?"

Simon said calmly: "There's going to be a war."

Sheila Ward wondered: "Why, is it just because the countries in the Middle East want to build an alliance? The Soviet Union and we have been at odds for so many years, but they have never started fighting."

"This is different," Simon shook his head and explained: "The federal army may not be able to defeat the Soviet Union, but it is still easy to defeat the Middle East countries, not to mention, there is oil there."

Sheila Ward frowned slightly and said after a moment: "Simon, do you want to fight?"

"No, I am a staunch anti-war activist."

"In this case, Simon, you can try to use your influence to prevent the war from happening."

"I think self-destruction is the destined outcome of mankind, so I will not try to prevent this kind of thing, because it is inevitable." Simon shook his head, looked at the newspaper in front of him, thought of something, and whispered softly: "War,

War has never changed."
To be continued...