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In an apartment in the Soho district of New York City.

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

Not far from her, Edward Norton was leaning over an oil painting and replied: "It should be placed in the Spanish Cloister of the Garner Museum, not on the second-hand dining table in this apartment."

The Garner Museum he mentioned is a private museum in Boston. In 1990, two stupid thieves disguised as policemen stole artworks worth hundreds of millions of dollars. This is also one of the ten most famous art thefts in the world. The litigation period has passed before.

The hostess of the museum, Mrs. Isabella, is an outstanding art collector. The museum houses works such as Vermeer's "The Concert", Titian's "The Rape of Europa", and even Sargent's "The Concert". "Eljaleo" decorated a whole Spanish cloister. The gypsy girl in the painting dances enchantingly under the well-defined Spanish-style arches, which is very impactful.

Josie rubbed her fingers along Maggie's back, and laughed after hearing the words: "Let's change to a less exaggerated way of complimenting, this is just a failure of my own work."

"Then it should be put into a place with a sense of ritual." Edward wrapped the painting again, not forgetting to continue his sweet words, "If possible, I would like to build a palace for it, because the The beauty is so touching, there is a look of yearning for freedom in her eyes, but a trace of melancholy between her brows makes this look very contradictory and unpredictable."

The light brown kraft paper covered 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 big, the girl in the painting has red hair and blue eyes, looking back gently in the boundless deep sea, I don't know whose dream has been awakened.

"The palace? The Sun King's palace is unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately, it is built on a swamp. It is beautiful, but it is not as gorgeous and solemn as people imagine." Josie said suddenly, with subtle irony, "I don't want to."

During the reign of Louis XIV, the Sun King, it was the most prosperous and lively time of Versailles Palace, and it was also the time when Versailles Palace smelled the most stinky-there was not even a toilet there.

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

She was thinking wildly while stroking the cat.

Edward walked over to change a vinyl record, and the hoarse and blurred jazz girl sang slowly, and then came to Josie's side and sat on the sofa.

He lapped her up with the cat in his arms and asked, "So, what do you want, my queen?"

Queen?

Josie laughed it off.

She rested her head on Edward's shoulder, "'I came to this world to see the sun and the blue horizon.' This poem by Balmont once deeply moved me. Later I discovered that the sun and the horizon It's too far away, and now all I want is a line of poetry or a rose."

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

"'Why does this absurd rose bloom in me, when my body is still and my soul is lonely?'."

"'You are the music, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose that God showed before my blind eyes—'."

"'Secret without end.'."

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

Josie raised her face, looked at his profile for a while, and asked in a very unpleasant way: "I'm curious, are you also so considerate to Miss Barrymore, Ed?"

A look of surprise appeared on Edward's refined and refined face, but he was not at all embarrassed. He actually laughed with some joy and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

He didn't feel embarrassed, but thought it was a surprising signal - out of caring, so mind?

Although lovers in love always have some strange jealousy, assuming this happened to Josie, he hoped that it would be a little stronger.

A lot of times—especially lately—he felt like Josie was getting further and further away from him, maybe because she was in Los Angeles for most of the awards season, or maybe because of her careful and bold kiss in front of the camera.

He'd even have the absurd illusion that the way she looked at Tim Ross wasn't much 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: "It's just pure curiosity. Because your appearance is too deceptive, like an obedient card who has never been in love, but the truth is, you are a familiar hand, for Women are easy to grab. Right?"

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

"No. I don't think that includes you." He raised his hand to straighten her messy sideburns, and he said, "Don't move, let me see you."

Maggie broke free quietly and landed lightly on the floor.

Josie sat halfway on the sofa with her knees bent, her slender neck was as graceful as a swan, and the cashmere sweater with a half-high collar was gently attached to her thin back, and her increasingly slender waist and back could be vaguely seen.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath, and the smile on her face was bit by bit eaten away by his tender and gentle gaze, a touching blush quietly blooming.

And those watery eyes are as blue as a mysterious pool and a vortex in the sea, which makes it impossible for people to escape.

The air seemed to become moist and quiet, and it seemed that only their breathing could be heard in the whole space.

Edward gently supported Josie's right cheek with his hand, and gently rubbed the thumb of his left hand on her cheek. The mixed race and youthful advantages made the skin under his hand feel delicate and soft, like the finest suet, with a flawless white glow. luster.

"Hey, I have a question." He said, his tone was exactly the same as his gaze, gentle and bewitching.

"Huh?" Josie uttered a single voice from her nasal cavity, a little lazily.

Edward hesitated for a moment, stared into her eyes and said, "Josie, you—"

Josie suddenly leaned over and pressed him against the sofa. After kissing his chin, she raised her head nonchalantly, pinned the hair next to her ear, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Her eyes were open and innocent, and she was leaning against his chest, defenseless.

Edward couldn't help touching her beautiful neck before asking, "What do you think, between us—"

"Ed, isn't it good now?" Josie interrupted him, tilting her head and asking, "We are all happy, why change?"

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

A trace of unspeakable complex emotions crept into his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it 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 the joke.

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

Josie didn't answer the previous question, but blinked, noncommittal: "Well, is the answer important, or will you be angry?"

With a sly smile in these big bright eyes, they are looking at him provocatively and seductively. They are barefoot forest nymphs and evil dream banshees.

Edward raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He gently stroked Josie's soft long hair, his eyes seemed to reveal a little tenderness, his tone was unusually calm, and he said lightly: "How could it be. You told me from the beginning, 'If a man is unable to win a woman love, it would be his fault, not hers.', right, crafty girl."

"Wow, unexpectedly, things have become interesting." Josie's eyes were very bright and focused. She held her face with her hands, and it seemed that only Edward could be seen in her eyes. She looked sweetly and expectantly. Ask, "What would you do, Ed? Give her up, leave her, or..."

"I will—" He deliberately paused, turned over and switched the positions of the two, and then condescendingly stared at this ugly but real blonde beauty, this can be called a shocking face—oh, she was even sweetly Smile.

"Tame her." He spit out this rather strong word.

"Oh, tame." Josie raised the corner of her mouth, as if she had heard something extremely interesting, she lightly tapped his lips with her index finger, 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 disobedience, as if he should be like this.

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

Josie couldn't help laughing now.

She was trembling with laughter, and the blue eyes even mist, taking advantage of the soft blond hair loose, like a poor and cute kitten, but it was not very harmless when she said, "You are so cute, Ed."

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

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

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

Edward was taken aback for a moment, her kiss had invaded between his lips and teeth like a stream of spring water, rediscovering the ambiguous atmosphere that had been interrupted several times between the two of them.

The burning fireplace makes the night warm like spring, but the war between men and women has just begun, and no one knows whether one will win in the end, or both will lose.

Unknowingly, it has come to the time when the daylight is quietly falling, and the morning light squeezes into the room through the gaps in the windows and curtains, and no one disturbs the lovers who are embracing each other and sleeping together.

Until the living room phone rang.

The author has something to say: Get the first negative score of this book because of misogyny? ? ?

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