novellhall Chapter 48 You know nothing about my power!
Chapter 48 You know nothing about my power!
"Just catching your breath?"
Christine raised an eyebrow, jumped off the sofa, and ran barefoot towards the kitchen:
"Just wait!"
A moment later, she came out carrying a beautifully packaged little cake box and placed it on the coffee table.
The cake wasn't big; it looked like it was just ordered from a nearby upscale dessert shop, with words scrawled crookedly on it in cream:
"Congrats, My Hero!"
A small heart was drawn at the back.
The drawing skills are a bit childish!
It's obviously drawn by Christine herself!
"When did you prepare this?"
Chen Xun was somewhat surprised.
"Emma booked it before the wrap party!"
Christine proudly raised her chin, found the candles, clumsily stuck them into the cake, and then fumbled around for a lighter:
"I knew you'd get paid tonight! Let's celebrate Mr. Chen Xun officially escaping the Hollywood poverty line!"
She finally found a lighter and lit the candle.
"Quick, make a wish! Blow out the candles!"
She urged him on, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight.
Chen Xun felt a pang of tenderness in his heart as he watched her bustling about.
This woman usually looks cool and sassy, but she can be quite childish and cute in private.
He obediently closed his eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the candles.
"What did you wish for?"
"It won't work if you say it out loud!"
Chen Xun picked up a plastic knife and cut the cake.
"Pshaw! Eastern superstition!"
Christine complained, but still took the first piece of cake he offered, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and contentedly scooped out a large spoonful and put it in her mouth.
The two shared the not-too-sweet cake with bottled water.
Only a few ambient lights were on in the living room, creating a dim yet warm atmosphere.
"What are your plans for the future?"
Christine licked her spoon: "The Thor audition will probably have to wait a while!"
"Robert has a few scripts, I'll take a look at them tomorrow. There's also a short film from USC, I promised to go and do some additional footage."
As Chen Xun ate his cake, he thought to himself, "I'll need to find a reliable accountant too!"
In the past, when money was scarce, it was manageable to file taxes myself.
Now that income has increased, and different projects are involved, there may be cross-state or even international taxation in the future, so it is necessary to find a professional.
"They should have looked a long time ago!"
Christine agreed: "My team can recommend a few if needed; they are very professional in handling artist taxes."
"It must be very expensive, right?" Chen Xun asked instinctively.
Christine was amused by his reality:
"Don't worry, we'll give you a friendly price, and your income is nothing to them."
Chen Xun: "..."
Okay, it's just his ingrained poor-man mentality.
$100,000 might not even be pocket change to the true top players!
He watched as Christine lounged on the sofa eating cake, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the glamorous celebrity she appeared to be outside.
Remembering director Branagh's invitation at the wrap party today, he said earnestly:
"Thank you, Christine!"
If it weren't for her, he might not even have had the chance to get in touch with that circle.
Christine paused for a moment, then waved her hand dismissively:
"Don't thank me. You have to prove yourself. Director Brana won't give you a role just because of me; he genuinely believes in you!"
She paused, her tone tinged with a hint of pride:
"But my boyfriend is really amazing!"
[Christine's affection level +1, current affection level: 95]
Chen Xun noticed that his favorability rating had increased a little more!
I thought to myself, this is probably what it means to feel honored to be associated with someone?
After cleaning up the cake mess, Chen Xun returned to the living room.
Christine was already like a lazy cat, sinking into the sofa with her eyelids drooping and her hand unconsciously swiping the screen of her phone.
"Tired?"
He walked over and touched her ankle.
"Hmm~"
Christine responded with a heavy nasal tone, tossed her phone aside, and stretched out her hands to him.
The meaning is clear: I'm too lazy to move, I want to be carried!
Chen Xun looked at her unusual childlike behavior and wanted to laugh, but he still bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand around her back, and with a little force, he picked her up horizontally.
Wow!
Christine gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck:
"Your strength has improved, Master Chen."
"You know nothing of my power!"
Chen Xun carried her towards the master bedroom!
Christine buried her face in the crook of his neck and chuckled softly; his warm breath tickled her skin.
The master bedroom still retained some of the mess from this morning's battle, and there seemed to be a lingering ambiguous atmosphere in the air.
Chen Xun gently placed the person on the edge of the bed.
Christine, however, clung to his neck and looked up at him.
In the dim light, those gray-green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture.
"Are you going back to your guest room tonight?"
She lowered her voice, making a teasing tone.
Chen Xun looked at the 95% favorability rating above her head and thought, "Do I even need to choose?"
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips—a gentle and lingering kiss.
What do you think?
He asked in a low voice, their breaths mingling.
Christine didn't say anything, she just smiled and pulled him down onto the bed.
This time, there was less of the morning's chaos and intensity, and more of tenderness and exploration.
The pace slowed down, as if to make up for all the restraint during the previous contract period.
During the process, Chen Xun noticed out of the corner of his eye that Christine had dropped a blue attribute ball:
[Emotional Attributes - Immersion +3]
As he moved, he subconsciously absorbed the energy with his mind.
This cheat code is really making its presence felt all the time.
........................
Afterwards, both of them were panting, covered in sweat, and stuck together stickily.
Christine was so tired she didn't even want to move her fingers.
"Who just said they had good stamina?"
"Shut up……"
Christine kicked him weakly, the force as light as a tickle.
After a while, Chen Xun resignedly got up, went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel, and came back to give her a quick wipe.
Christine hummed contentedly, like a cat being stroked.
I lay back down, turned off the last bedside lamp, and the room was plunged into true darkness.
Their breathing could be heard clearly.
Christine instinctively curled up, turning her back to him.
Chen Xun naturally leaned over and hugged her from behind, his arms around her waist.
Her back was pressed tightly against his chest, their bodies completely intertwined, and they could feel their heartbeats gradually synchronizing.
"Are you used to sleeping like this?"
Christine's voice was heavy with sleepiness.
"Um!"
Chen Xun responded.
Actually, he was used to sleeping alone, and he felt a little uncomfortable with someone else next to him, but it wasn't a bad feeling.
A few minutes later, I could hear even, long breaths coming from beside me.
Christine is asleep.
Chen Xun, however, was not sleepy at all.
There's so much information today!
Wrap party!
Branagh's invitation!
An extra 110,000 in the account!
And there's this woman beside me whose identity has completely changed!
He stared with his eyes open at the blurry outline of the ceiling in the darkness.
Memories from the past few months flashed through my mind like a movie:
From playing a corpse on the set of "L.A. Cop" to now lying in a Beverly Hills mansion, embracing one of Hollywood's hottest actresses.
Chen Xun lowered his head.
In the dim light streaming in from the window, you could see Christine's golden hair scattered on the pillow.
He reached out and very gently brushed aside a strand of hair that was obscuring her cheek.
The movement was very gentle, but Christine still unconsciously moved a little, snuggling closer to him and mumbling a vague word in her sleep.
He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth in his arms, and his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.
I don't know how much time passed, but I fell into a deep sleep.
I had no dreams that night.
……