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Chapter 251

The little argument in the corner of the club didn't attract Josie's attention, or even if she noticed it, she didn't take it to heart.

Recently, Frank has added new members to her security team. There are at least two bodyguards providing security services 24 hours a day. Fortunately, she is quite used to this kind of life, instead of yelling about freedom or death.

It's just that other people feel a little uncomfortable, like Keith, who is dating her.

Josie pretended not to notice this, and asked, "Are you interested in running a few laps, doctor? If you're not very good at it, I can just teach you."

Equestrianism is a sport that requires constant and high investment.

This does not mean that this sport is more noble or elegant than other sports. Its popularity on the Upper East Side is more due to the paranoia of some parents who start planning their children's life from pregnancy, as well as its long history and Niche culture.

——Equestrian expertise sounds much more advanced than any bad street piano, violin or ballet.

The "ordinary" rich second generation from Australia has not experienced the introverted parenting on the Upper East Side, but he did learn to ride a horse on an Australian farm before, and he was pretty good at it.

However, the doctor was not stupid enough to refuse the opportunity to have intimate contact with the girl he liked, and immediately blinked his eyes with a little guilty conscience, and said, "Would this be too much trouble..."

"It's troublesome for others." Josie gave him a smile, "But you won't."

Fascinated by her smile, Keith put on his protective gear and got on the horse in a daze. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was surrounded by Josie who was sitting behind him, so awkward that his limbs could not move.

But she still whispered in his ear with a smile: "Take it easy, doctor, you are so nervous."

Can you be nervous?

He was an adult male who was much taller than her, and he was curled up in her arms like a little girl, being held by her waist... Oh, God, kill him!

Originally, he just thought that she would lead his horse, carefully teach him the tricks of riding a horse, or let him sit in the back and hug her waist - now it's all reversed.

But Josie didn't give him a chance to repent. The slender legs wrapped in jeans lightly pinched the horse's belly, and the good, obedient horse was already running wildly.

And Keith was at a loss as if returning to his first time riding a horse. This was not only because of his extremely awkward posture, but also because Josie, who was in charge of riding the horse, clung to him from behind because of this posture.

The familiar sweet fragrance on her body, her slightly cooling body temperature, her soft and sweet body...every strand of air he breathed was occupied by her without any gap, filled with her breath.

The speed of running the lap was not fast, but Keith's heart was pounding hopelessly, and it didn't slow down until he finished two laps, but it became more and more intense.

Josie noticed Keith's strangeness, slowly slowed down, and jumped off the horse first after entering the inner circle.

"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly while reaching out to him.

Suddenly losing the warmth behind him, Keith inevitably felt a bit lost, and he took a beat before replying: "Oh, I'm fine, but I'm not getting used to it."

He was embarrassed to accept a lady's help, and got off the horse by himself. Although the movements were a bit rusty, they were not completely without foundation.

However, this attracted the ridicule of Abby Bronson, who was driving a horse not far away: "Horton, do you like this kind of soft-legged shrimp?"

This rich second generation from the Upper East Side wears an expensive custom-made riding suit, which is a bit chic with money piled up, but it always makes people feel exaggerated.

With a sneer on his face, he glanced at Keith, and the smile deepened: Aha, son of a bitch New Jersey!

Keith's face was slightly stiff, and his naturally kind personality made him momentarily at a loss as to how to refute this arrogant dude.

And Josie didn't even give Abby Bronson a look. She waved her hand, and the tall and strong bodyguards had stepped forward to block the opponent five meters away, not allowing him to approach.

"It's a waste that you can't afford to lose, don't worry about it." She said in a moderate voice.

After finishing speaking, Josie took Keith's hand and gave him a comforting smile, showing her position with actions.

Abby Bronson was driven mad by this scene. His father had just negotiated an investment right for an epic project with a famous Hollywood producer, and it was time to get carried away.

Not a little female star, not a Titanic -- they're going to have a movie that goes beyond Titanic soon.

So, why is Josie Horton so proud?

So Abby Bronson continued to yell: "You are so ruthless, no wonder you can't wait to kick off Tianmu Capital, which helped you get a position in Hollywood after becoming famous. Oh, let me guess, which Fox executive Be your guest of honor, Bill McKennick? Tom Rothman? Or that old guy who's paralyzed?"

"Enough!" Keith, who couldn't bear it anymore, interrupted Abby Bronson, "Sir, apologize immediately, or you wait to receive the lawyer's letter!"

"A letter from a lawyer? I'm so scared." Abby Bronson glanced lightly at Keith, then turned to Josie, who was watching coldly, and said, "See, Holden, this guy who lives in rural New Jersey can help you What to do? How naive, a little doctor who is nothing..."

Josie finally looked at the enemy's son, and asked, "To be honest, I don't really understand what gave you confidence, and you jumped out again and again to try to attract my attention, but this time I can satisfy you - Oliver , break his leg, one."

The bodyguard who was named by her was slightly taken aback, and the next second without hesitation, he punched Abby Bronson's disbelieving face.

"How dare you - OUCH!" Abby Bronson yelled in pain. After being punched in the abdomen, she couldn't help curling up into a shrimp and half kneeling on the ground.

The bodyguard named Oliver glanced back at Josie, signaling her next move with his eyes.

"Continue." Josie crossed her arms, her eyes condescending, "Don't worry, if I said I would break one of your legs, I would never break the other. And, do you really want to speak harshly to me? Don't be naive." Now, young master, I don't need to teach you about the top bag—and I'm sure Mr Murdoch would be interested in how you describe him."

After finishing speaking, she turned around very simply.

"My phone." Reaching out to another bodyguard.

After getting the mobile phone, Josie made a call to the current Mrs. Murdoch to catch up on the past, and at the same time, she was accompanied by Abby Bronson's wailing.

After the phone call, the legs over there were also finished.

Josie's expression was cold, and she signaled Oliver to do good things to the end.

The tall Oliver dragged the dead dog-like Abby Bronson out, and called John Triest's lawyer team to report that he had changed shifts with another colleague in advance.

5 minute later.

Josie returned to the VIP lounge where no one else disturbed her.

It's hard for Keith to look at Josie without a look of complexity.

Sensing this, Josie asked aloud, "Doctor, do you think I'm ruthless?"

This is a deadly straight ball.

At the same time, Josie's half-smiling gaze was falling on Keith in front of her, as if the latter answered "yes" and she was likely to turn her face on the spot.

However, Keith was silent for a while, shaking his head.

"I was thinking, what made you like this." The blond young man showed compassion, his blue eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't hide his tenderness, "It's not your fault."

His voice is very pleasant, soft and soothing, there is no lack of sympathy and love in his tone, but there is no emotion related to ambiguity.

God, is this person simply feeling sorry for what happened to others?

Josie felt that the back of his head was literally glowing.

Unknowingly looking away, Josie replied flatly: "Your imagination is too rich, doctor, and you just indirectly agreed with that point of view."

Keith smiled almost indulgently, and said slowly: "The Sissy I know is the angel who is willing to open her arms generously to others—so, there are reasons for what she does, and I Believe it."

"Really?" Josie raised her eyebrows and looked back at him.

"Really." Keith's eyes were burning, "I will never lie to you."

Josie pursed her lips and still asked, "Then what if it's really my fault?"

"Impossible, you can't be wrong."

"What if?"

"Not in case."

"Okay, doctor, you've cleared the level." Josie laughed, but she didn't fully believe what Keith said, she just leaned over and gave him a light kiss, "Clean up and take you to the newly opened restaurant in the city for dinner .”

Pack what?

Of course, clean up yourself, how can you go on a date with a disheartened face?

The bathroom in the VIP lounge is separated from the left and right. The brand new clothes have been removed from the labels, washed and dried, and placed on the shelves. They are exactly the size and style of Keith.

And he fits in well.

Except for one thing -

It all feels like something is wrong.

Such confusion didn't linger in Keith's mind for long, because Josie, who was talking to the waiter in the restaurant, looked over at him and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

drink wine?

The doctor, who automatically thought of drinking a little wine to fill up the atmosphere and then was suitable for sex, was knocked down by the evil factor that suddenly appeared in his head, and gave up after struggling for two or three seconds.

——Okay, given him a few seconds, he can decide on the names of all three children,

"Okay," Keith heard himself say.

Josie, who was not aware of Keith's mental journey, was asking the waiter beside her in a soft voice: "One piece of premium Kobe beef, with pan-fried French foie gras, and one piece of French-style fried salmon steak. Do you have any wine recommendations?"

“This rosé sparkling wine is light, slightly acidic and fruity; and this white wine is also light-bodied and suitable for meals; if you prefer red wine, why not choose this Pinot Noir, The texture is creamy…”

The good-looking young waiter had a poetic voice, and he introduced the wine equally beautifully, which made Keith look at the waiter a few more times.

Conservatory student?

Or a newcomer with an uncertain future on Broadway?

In short, the way he looked at Josie was a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn't find fault with it. Only Keith could not help but feel sour in his heart while facing the envious eyes of most of the men in the restaurant.

This is a big star...

There are so many crazy bees and butterflies around her, why did she choose me...

But from another perspective, does this mean that I am different in her heart?

Josie ordered a white wine, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw Keith's eyes sparkling, and the expression on his face revealing sweetness.

——His mind is too easy to guess.

Josie smiled, and said, "Don't let your imagination go, dreamer, I'm not that perfect, and I'm not that high, I'm just a mortal."

Keith was told his thoughts, paused, stared at Josie in front of him, and said seriously, "No. I am the mortal. And you are a fairy who can cast spells, adding magic to my life."

Josie raised her eyebrows and didn't continue the topic, because she obviously hoped to have a good meal next, instead of continuing to listen to Keith pouring out her heart.

It's good to have some sweet talk occasionally, but she still prefers the oriental subtlety and euphemism in her bones, and she is not too touched by the timing and overly straightforward expressions of love.

While speaking, the classic Nokia ringtone rang.

Josie glanced at her phone screen, hesitated for two or three seconds before pressing the answer button.

"Hey Ed, what can I do?" she asked.