Chapter 13 Grab His Hand
Helga met Fremont’s angry eyes. “I don’t know, but before Mrs. Woodward left, she told me not to prepare for her meal. I guess she’d dine with her friend.”
Then, she added, “Is her friend a man or a woman?”
After saying that, she turned around and headed to the greenhouse, leaving Fremont behind.
Fremont knew that Eileen had few friends in the showbiz and had cut off ties with them.
“Is it that man?” he thought.
He called Alfred, saying, “Check the flight from Palsbury to Warington yesterday afternoon, especially the top–class cabin. Give me a list.”
“OK, Mr. Woodward.”
“Are the materials for that woman’s immigration ready?”
When it came to Chelsea, Fremont was itching to kill her. It was even disgusting for him to mention her name.
If he had known she’d be so bold, he wouldn’t have chosen her.
Alfred could feel Fremont’s rage across the phone and hastened to say,
“All submitted, but you know, Chelsea doesn’t fit the requirements of the EB–1A visa. It’d take at least three to six months.”
Fremont pinched his brows. “Watch her. Don’t let her cause any more trouble within the following six months.”
“Got it. But Ms. Ursula is still throwing a tantrum. The bodyguards don’t know what to do with her. I’m afraid…
“I’ll be right there. Do one more thing for me.”
Fremont hung up and grabbed his coat before leaving.
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Eileen got out of the door as soon as Fremont fell asleep.
Early in the morning, the janitors were sweeping up the fallen leaves on the street.
The hot dog vendor was riding his tricycle around the streets. The bread store was swarmed with customers.
Students rushed to the school in a hurry. Everything seemed disordered yet bustling.
As Eileen opened the car door, a blast of cold air hit her in the face.
The air was filled with the mingling smells of different foods. She bought two croissants and two cups of coffee in a cafe.
The cafe owner recognized her and asked with a smile, “Why are you alone today? Where’s the taciturn young man?”
Eileen replied with a poker face, “Oh, he’s dead.
“What a pity! He died at such a young age!” The cafe owner’s sigh came from behind.
Indeed, that young man had died in Eileen’s memories.
Shortly, she stopped in front of a villa.
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The doorbell rang, which broke the quietness in the early morning.
As the door opened, Welburn came across an uneasy face. Eileen asked, “Am I interrupting you?”
He moved away. “No.”
Eileen entered the warm house.
Welburn fetched her a pair of disposable slippers.
Just like him, his home was low–key and grand, but with an inhuman quality.
There was only a sofa and a carpet in the living room.
Only the potted plant in the corner brought a hint of life to the otherwise lifeless home.
Eileen put the croissants and the coffee on the dining table.
Actually, Welburn disliked eating bread. Particularly, croissants were too greasy for him.
He looked up at Eileen just as she took a bite of the croissant. Glossy oil gleamed on her lips.
Since she married Fremont, Fremont had hired a dietitian to customize three meals a day for her, which were light and healthy.
She wasn’t even allowed to cat croissants.
“Finally! But I guess you’re not used to this, are you?” she sighed.
Welburn said thinly. “It’s good.”
Eileen raised her head and looked at him. Wearing a loose cashmere
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sweater. Welburn looked less stern with an air of laid–back indifference.
Admittedly, Eileen was a bit surprised to see him cat the croissant.
After breakfast. Welburn wiped his fingers slowly.
Eileen looked around his villa. “Back then, the producer asked me to be your agent. I thought you were a new actor. I just never expected you to be so rich.”
The villa in this area was worth a hundred million dollars.
Eileen leaned on the table with his arms and approached him. “Well, it seems that I don’t know you at all. Don’t tell me you’re actually from some influential family.”
Welburn stared at her and found the dark circles on her face. “Do I look like one?”
“Yes and no.”
She remembered he was a lot more dedicated to work than many A–list actors. Rich kids couldn’t be so stoical
Welburn put the hand wipe down and leaned forward. His unique scent of wood came to his face.
His action made Eileen rather comfortable.
He said in a tempting voice with his deep–set eyes, “What kind of person do you think I look like?”
Having thought for a while, Eileen said seriously, “Unlike an actor or a businessman. Kind of like a moon in the sky.”
Welburn was distant from the secular world, indifferent and cold.
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He was nothing like those frivolous and good–for–nothing rich kids.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as a smile swept across his face.
Eileen said seriously, “Oh right, I’m a bit hard up lately. Think carefully about what you wanna eat today.”
Her honesty cased his coldness. “Alright, it’s up to you.
“But you had better give me some time to freshen up.”
Eileen asked him for his address 10 minutes before she got there. So, he only had washed his face and shaved his beard.
“OK, no rush. Take your time. It’s still early now.”
“Suit yourself” He rose and went upstairs.
When he got to the bend of the staircase, he turned his face only to see Eileen squatting in front of the plant and fiddling with the leaves.
The sound of water came from the bathroom.
He checked the headlines and found that the news about Fremont and Chelsea was still there.
Eight hours had passed after the scandal was exposed.
Everything was settled.
Welburn looked at the mirror and his lips curled subtly.
When he dressed up and went downstairs, he found Eileen lying on the apricot sofa.
Fler upper body was on the sofa while her legs were still on the ground. She was sleeping in a weird posture. Evidently, she was really sleepy,
Welburn ambled to the sofa and got down on one knee to lift her legs gently
He took off her slippers.
Eileen’s rapid rise to fame was due not only to her acting talent and striking looks but also, in no small part, to her enviable figure.
Even her feet which were barely exposed were exquisite and fair–skinned. The veins could be vaguely seen. She didn’t get a manicure. The nails were neatly cut and
d a bit pink.
Her whole body was bathed in the sunshine, which was literally glowing.
Welburn fetched a blanket and covered her with it. She cuddled on the sofa just like a sleeping cat.
Her warm breath brushed against the back of his hand.
Welburn was about to leave when she grabbed his wrist.
Her body temperature was low. Surprisingly, her fingers rubbed against the inside of his wrist intimately. She mumbled softly, “Honey, you’re back…”
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