[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

Mrs. Cecilia Chaplin gradually woke up from the chaos, as if she had experienced a long but short dream of peace, without pain, without heartbreaking.

This was the most peaceful sleep she had had since she found out her husband was cheating.

She got down from the luxurious big bed as soft as clouds, put on a thin morning veil, and opened the curtains of the bedroom.

The morning sun shone in like a veil, covering her expressionless face. She squinted her eyes and looked aimlessly at the fragrant garden downstairs.

The charming Bulgarian roses are so red that they are about to bleed. Young gardeners who have worked for the Mendez family for generations are pruning branches for them, and the withered rotting leaves are/cut cleanly, leaving only the most perfect and eye-catching blooms flower.

In her memory, the young Cecilia liked to fold a fresh rose she personally selected in the morning, put it beside her lover's pillow, and wake up her sleeping lover softly amidst the vague fragrance of flowers.Then in the next day, one person draws pictures or writes poems, the other reads books or plays the piano, just let the precious time slip through the fingers in such a leisurely way.

They thought they could live forever with each other, but unfortunately they lost out to other things that came in their lives.

The regular knock on the door interrupted Cecilia's contemplation, and her housekeeper, Miss Dolly, pushed open the door after she responded, followed by the maids who filed in.

"Ma'am, is today's breakfast still served in the room?" Dolly asked, she took the black tea from the maid, poured a cup and handed it to Cecilia.

She was a maid who grew up with Cecilia's mother, and she has always won the trust of the Mendes couple. After Mrs. Mendes passed away, she has been by Cecilia's side like a mother, and she has never married.

"No, let's go downstairs." Cecilia took a sip, her gaze drooped slightly, as if all her attention was on the cup of English black tea in her hand, and Dolly was allowed to straighten her smooth long hair. hair.

"Yes, ma'am." Dolly's expression remained unchanged, she just nodded to a certain maid standing beside her, and the maid quietly pushed her down.

Cecilia stared at her face in the mirror raptly: a head of dark brown long hair with soft luster was scattered over her shoulders, like flowing silk satin, a pair of slightly confused amber pupils, pale complexion and cheeks. A little thin.

"Dolly, let's change back to the original address in the future." There was a mournful but relieved emotion slowly growing in Cecilia's chest. What's on her mind.After a pause, she continued: "In the final analysis, this place is more suitable to be called the Mendes Mansion..."

Her voice was staccato and slightly indistinct, but Dolly's face showed a rare clear and gratified mourning, and her blue eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses sparkled, as if a little Tears welled up.

Dolly ordered in a low voice, and then said to Cecilia: "Miss, yesterday evening, a Miss Lavers brought a message, asking if you would attend sa/voy's afternoon tea salon today, And said he would go after lunch."

"Miss Ruffles?" Cecilia put down the black tea in her hand.

"Delicia Lafus, the female star who lives in Onslow, how could you have any relationship with her?" Dolly took a step back after handing over the work in hand to the maid.

Cecilia frowned slightly, and the appearance of Delicia Lavers, as well as the scene of herself and her walking on Piccadilly, arm in arm, appeared in her mind like turning the pages of a book.

She looked so happy, like a singing lark.

Cecilia thought so.Although there are pictures of Delicia losing her temper and getting angry, her moving beauty and vivid gestures on her face are so real, just like the dew on the rose petals in the morning light, exuding a diamond-like glow. beautiful glow.

Cecilia couldn't help being curious about this female star who was completely different from what she had imagined.

She said to Dolly: "Get ready, I will visit Miss Ruffles myself."

The fate between people is very strange. Cecilia took a car to the downstairs of Delicia's apartment. Before visiting her, she first ran into Michael who was pacing around the corner downstairs and smoking inferior tobacco. Pardew.

Cecilia looked at Michael with some doubts, and she subconsciously thought that this tall man who looked a bit downcast was unexpectedly familiar.Under her slightly thoughtful and puzzled eyes, the pianist, with his bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly, raised his head as if feeling something.He saw a young lady standing in front of the apartment, wearing a little felt hat, the black gauze hanging down from the brim of the hat covered most of her face, only a small pointed hair was visible from a distance. Chin and pale lips.

Feelings of pity and entanglement appeared in Michael's heart for no reason, but he walked in front of her unknowingly in a trance.

He was born very tall, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he felt full of oppression.In addition, the long-term life is difficult but the nature is unruly and uninhibited, which has a bit of the atmosphere of the bottom of the society, so when not wearing a formal suit, it always makes people feel a little panic.And not long ago, he saw his boss Nick Calderelli getting off the car at the same position, which made Michael, who guessed Nick's intention, frown with a faint anger.

Cecilia just raised her eyes slightly, without any expression of fear at all.

Even though Cecilia's height was considered very tall among women, she seemed relatively petite in front of Michael.Fortunately, her deceased husband was also about the same height, so there was no unusual color on his face, but Michael's brows became more frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Cecilia, who was looking at him, just looked back at him quietly, and didn't take the initiative to ask.

At this moment, a cheerful voice came from the side.

"Mrs. Chaplin! Mr. Pardue!" Phil Goldman's overly handsome face appeared in the sight of the two of them: his half-length hair protruding from the hat looked a little messy, Not combed back as usual.The cuffs of the coat still showed some unfinished shirt sleeves, which seemed obviously embarrassing.Phil showed an ambiguous smile that seemed to be tacit, and then said, "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, both of you."

Cecilia raised her eyebrows and looked at him without saying a word. She remembered that this was the son of old Goldman, a good friend of her late husband.

And Michael only remembered that he had a relationship with the young man in front of him yesterday, and he couldn't remember too many others.

Because what attracted his attention more was the voice and smile of the slightly confused "Mrs. Chaplin" in his memory: the way she smiled and whispered "Hi" to herself who had just been released from prison; She blushed and bit her lips shyly; she looked at the sweet love in her watery eyes that was so hot that it was about to burst; she just held her fingers together but couldn't help being satisfied and happy The beautiful moment when the corners of the mouth are bent...

Michael suddenly woke up, and he looked at Cecilia, who was as reserved and elegant as any high society lady in London, but couldn't remember what happened to those dreamlike fragments.

But such a clearly visible real picture really made him empathize, and even made him temporarily forget the jealousy in his chest and the pain of love for a moment.

Seeing that they didn't answer, Phil seemed a little puzzled, but he still smiled and continued indifferently: "Today is really a wonderful day. If you want to find Delicia, the time is just right. We were still in the elevator just now. A sweet goodbye, oh, that's so romantic."

Michael's face was slightly condensed, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he still didn't speak.

And Cecilia just raised her eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "Your parents will not agree."

"I know, I know, but I love her so much, to the bottom of my heart." Phil's high-spirited face dimmed for a moment, but suddenly new hopes were ignited, he said to Cecilia : "Dear madam, I beg you, you are as good as my mother, and my father also likes to deal with you, please show kindness and help this poor man in front of you, he will be grateful for your kindness for the rest of his life kindhearted."

Cecilia was noncommittal, but said indifferently: "If you think about it again, love can inspire a momentary impulse, but it can't support a long-term marriage."

Her tone paused before she continued: "I have changed back to my surname before I got married, so I don't need to call me Mrs. Chaplin from now on, and I won't bother that Miss Warren either. I have already done this before Ask Dolly to send a letter to your residence."

Phil froze for a moment, and then showed a slightly forced smile: "This is really a good thing." He said dryly.

Had she discovered her father's part in Mr. Chaplin's affair?

Phil thought with some uncertainty, and he habitually pressed the brim of his hat: "Then, I still have some urgent matters to deal with, so I'll leave first."

He also rushed to tell his father the news of Mrs. Chaplin's sudden abandonment of her husband's surname, but he pushed the matter of Delicia Lavers and Charlotte Warren to the back of his mind-after all, there was no Despite the glamorous shell given to him by the old Goldman, he is still not sure whether he has such a charm that two female stars are jealous of him.Mrs. Chaplin’s strong financial support due to her husband’s “precious friendship” with Old Goldman has always been a strong backing for Old Goldman to stand still.

Phil Goldman drove away in a gloomy manner in his white car, and Michael finally smoked his last cigarette dully.

He looked deeply at Cecilia who was still standing there, and the gloomy air that had been lingering in his chest because of Delicia disappeared without a trace.

"I want to try again, will she drop everything and follow me?" Michael said, but even he himself didn't know why he said this to this woman who was clearly meeting for the first time.

He just wanted to give his almost desperate love one last chance.No Phil, no Nick, just him.

"Michael Pardue." He stretched out his hand to the woman in front of him, but almost immediately realized how inappropriate his actions were for these ladies.

But to his surprise, the woman in front of him stretched out her hand frankly, and shook him gently.

"Cecilia Mendes."

There was a slight smile on her pale lips, which was very faint, but it made her whole body come alive.

Michael withdrew his hand, but for some reason, he felt a little regretful. He habitually frowned and said, "I got two tickets to New York tomorrow morning, and I will perform with an unknown singer at the cocktail bar on the upper deck."

He smiled bitterly, and continued: "Although it doesn't sound very good, I really love her with all my strength..."

"Including accidentally robbing my jewelry store?" Cecilia interrupted him, deepening the corners of her mouth, which brought a little slyness to her unclear eyes.Her memory is excellent, and she has already remembered the ironic accident of her own property earlier by just one name.

"Yes, including accidentally robbing your jewelry store." Michael had a slightly apologetic and helpless look on his face, but it made his smile much more real.

Cecilia pursed her lips and asked with a smile, "The Queen Mary?"

Michael blinked, but still replied: "Yeah."

"Then, I wish you good luck." After smiling, Cecilia solemnly blessed.

Even though she has not been favored by the God of Love for a long time, this woman still hopes that the people around her will always get what they want.

"Aren't you going up?" she asked.

"No, I'll wait." Michael replied, he was afraid that he would meet Nick Calderelli now, and he was even more afraid of seeing anything that would break his heart even more-it would definitely cost him his last life. all the courage to fight.

"Okay, then I'll take a step first." Cecilia turned around without asking any further questions.

Seeing her walking away leisurely, Michael's messy mind froze slightly.

This woman's walking posture is not always as graceful as Delicia's, her back is straight, and when viewed from behind, her elegance reveals a bit of dignity that resists people thousands of miles away.But her calm appearance is completely different from those so-called celebrities I have seen in the Red Peacock. She looks indifferent, and her appearance is probably not gorgeous enough, but people are always easily impressed by her innate charm. middle.

But such a woman just had a pleasant conversation with him for a long time.

Michael thought that he might not be able to distinguish between fantasy and reality.