[US Entertainment] Hollywood Fame

Chapter 176

Christine was lying on the bed with her mobile phone in her hand, and Timothy was sleeping with her eyes closed, but she didn't fall asleep all night.

[Is that Anna last night? 】

Why play dumb, Christine.

She bit her lip and deleted it.

【I am in love with Timothy. 】

Want to make him jealous?Maybe he will only reply with a congratulations.

delete.

【Are you awake? 】

If he didn't wake up, was he sleeping on the same bed as Anna?

Frown, delete.

[If you are in love, don't tell us friends, it's not interesting. 】

He has no obligation to take the initiative to say it, and she doesn't want to be his buddy either.

delete.

[Because of drama?How does it feel to have yours? 】

Too much gossip, not good.

delete.

……

Christine repeatedly considered the words and sentences, but none of them satisfied her, and she couldn't lie down because she was restless.

She got out of bed, casually took a set of clothes from the closet and put them on, without even combing her hair, she hurried out the door.

Behind him, Timothy opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

……

Christine slammed on the accelerator and drove all the way to Evans' door, then began ringing the doorbell repeatedly.

After the doorbell rang for a long time, Evans came over and opened the door in his nightgown. Seeing Christine, he asked sleepily, "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Christine didn't say anything, she expressed her almost gushing emotions with actions.

She closed the door with one foot, tore off his collar, and kissed him.

Evan suddenly woke up, he raised his upper body in a panic: "Kristen, I..."

"Don't talk, feel." Christine pulled his neckline hard, lowered his head again, and kissed deeply.

Evans grabbed Christine's hand that was pulling his neckline, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took advantage of the gap to say, "No, my parents are here."? ? ?

Christine let go of his hand immediately, and looked behind him.

A couple who looked very similar to Chris Evans stood in the living room looking at them, smiled at Christine, greeted him friendly, and went back to the room.

Christine's face immediately turned red.

"Um...sorry, I don't know, oh my god what stupid thing did I do..." Christine buried her face in Evans' chest with her hands, feeling ashamed to see anyone again.

Evans put his hand on Christine's shoulder awkwardly, and whispered in her ear, "Shouldn't you be with Timothy now?"

Christine paused.

Didn't he not notice last night?

So, he saw it?

Is he jealous?

"What about you?" She raised her head, "Aren't you supposed to be with that Anna?"

Evans was speechless.

"I'm going on a date with her," he said, with a look in his eyes that Christine couldn't see clearly.

"You don't allow it!"

Christine frowned and approached him: "I don't agree."

"Why don't you agree?" Evans seemed to provoke her deliberately: "We are just friends."

"But I don't consider you a friend!" Christine tightened his belt, staring into his eyes: "Chris Evans, listen, I don't consider you a friend, and I don't want to If you are my friend, I am fed up with this ambiguity!"

"I don't believe you don't feel the same way." She said, staring at him intently, not wanting to miss his slight expression: "Tell me, I want to be honest."

Facing her aggressive way, Evans' eyes dodged a little.

"Maybe."

He said.

Christine frowned, a little confused. She was eager for an affirmative answer, but Evans was unwilling to give it to her.

"You know, Timothy is still waiting for me at home." She bluffed.

Evans narrowed his eyes, and said duplicity: "Then you should go find him."

Christine paused, regretting what she just blurted out, she shook her head: "I'm sorry, I lied, I don't have this kind of relationship with him."

"You did?" Evans calmed down.

"Last night? No," said Christine.

"Christine, do you know what our problem is?" Evans looked at her with sadness in his eyes: "It's trust."

"It's like I don't really believe that you and that young boy have nothing at all at the moment."

"But aren't we starting over?" Christine clutched at his clothes like it was the last straw.

"Maybe," he said, "but I'm still scared, sorry."

Christine felt that something was missing from her hands, she didn't want to give up, she held it tighter stubbornly: "Just trust me again, okay?"

Evans sighed: "Isn't it good to be friends? You just wanted to stay friends with me in the first place."

"not good."

Christine's eyes were red: "I want you, Chris, I want you."

"Don't be like a wayward child, if you don't have candy, you will play tricks?" Evans reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Christine took his hand: "You still love me, don't you?"

Evans looked at her amazingly beautiful face even when she was crying, and pressed her head into his arms, a little afraid to look at her.

He sighed deeply, and replied, "Maybe."

"Maybe" again.

Christine hated this word so much at the moment, she came out of Evans' arms and wiped her face: "I will make you trust me again."

Evans smiled. "Maybe."

Now is not the time.

And how long he can last, he himself is not sure.

As soon as Kristen left, Evans' parents emerged from the room, as did Scott and his older sister, Carly.

They were all woken up by the incessant doorbell at first, and then they all heard the conversation just now.

"You still love her." His mother said in an affirmative tone.

Evans smiled helplessly: "Is it so obvious?"

Scott only felt sore in his heart: "Chris, can't you really change someone?"

"I tried it." Evans said flatly, "And you saw it too."

"TRYHARDER, then!" Scott said.

Evans laughed.

His father shook his head and looked at Scott: "Don't you see it yet? He doesn't even want to tryharder himself, so it's useless to say what you say."

Scott was speechless, looking at Evans, feeling depressed for a while.

All right, he won't care about it anymore.

If you get hurt again in the future, don't ask him to drink and cry on his shoulder like an underage boy.

……

Christine came home just as Timothy was getting dressed and coming out of the bedroom.

"You went to find him?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very certain.

"Ah."

Christine didn't deny it, she stood there looking at Timothy quietly, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something.

"I'm leaving." Timothy said first, "I'm afraid I won't bother you again in the future."

Christine was silent for a while, then nodded: "I know, I'm sorry."

Timothy clenched his hands, raised his chin, nodded to Christine, and walked away from here quickly.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and timely stop loss is what a smart person will do.

Timothy was a smart guy, so he left.

Christine was not the right partner for him, her heart was always in the air and he couldn't get hold of it.

Although it was agreed before not to talk about feelings, who can really control their own desires?

Especially when he had longed for her in the first place.

Go any further and he'll get hurt.

He clearly realized this, so he chose to break off the relationship, leave, and keep the original distance with her, maybe it would be better for both of them.

The sound of closing the door was not loud, but it made Christine sigh, and then walked into the recording studio at home wearily.

Get down to work.

Her fingers pressed down on the keys, and all she could think of was Evans' "maybe"

There is no affirmation or negation, which makes her unpredictable.

Was he torturing her on purpose?

He reconciled with her first, played and got along with her like before, and then suddenly became cold, did he do it on purpose?

Maybe, maybe?Maybe!

Christine's hands pounded on the keyboard.

Anxiously, she took out the lyrics book from the side, and wrote the word heavily on the paper, almost tearing the paper with such force.

He said he could no longer trust her.

But what was she going to do to convince him that she really wouldn't mess up again this time?

It's so hard.

Christine looked down at the table in frustration.

Although she bluffed with him, she didn't have any idea what to do.

It wasn't until Taylor said a word that Christine, who was still confused and irritable, was awakened.

"You should be completely single for a while, don't make scandals, and don't go to him, let him see your determination."

she said so.

Christine's thought at the time was: What's so difficult about this?

But within a week of that, she realized just how hard Taylor had said.

After the indulgent life before and after the "Reborn" tour, the paparazzi all over the United States are now staring at her like a shark smelling blood. Even a random tweet or retweet by her can trigger an illogical scandal.

Let her have no gossip at all, it's hard to go to heaven.

Not to mention others, the tabloids and paparazzi who are fed by her scandal will not let her go.

Christine reluctantly disabled all social media, except for studios, rehearsal rooms and home, she didn't go to any parties or play.

Even when she went out to the rehearsal room, she went there alone, wrapped tightly.

This life continued until the day of the Grammy Awards.

She walked onto the red carpet alone, without any male companions, and even Timothy, who was rumored to be scandalous in the past few weeks, did not appear on the Grammys.

Christine was still so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off, but everyone except the fashion reporter felt bored.

Why did she suddenly cultivate herself?

It's not scientific.