novelraw Chapter 261
Chapter 261
Josie's originally relaxed and happy mood became irritated involuntarily, and she turned her eyes away from him.
"I can't do it," she said, "I don't want to lie to you. Relationships are based on mutual attraction, not mutual torture, which will only bring pain."
Edward fell silent for a moment, imitating her way and supporting his arms on the railing, looking down at the reflection on the river in the distance.
After a while, he asked in a low voice, almost to himself: "Isn't love always accompanied by pain?"
"Yeah." Josie didn't turn her head back, let alone stare at his expression, "So I don't need love. I think freedom is good, and I'm happy like this now—I have no reason to agree to your proposal."
"You want a reason?" Edward asked suddenly.
reason?
No, he really knows how to focus.
Josie smiled slightly in her heart.
In fact, she knew very well that any high-sounding excuses he made for himself were nothing more than unrequited love and unwillingness in the final analysis.
This is the inferiority of men.
Perhaps the flame for her had never been extinguished in his heart, but what did it have to do with her?
The relationship between loving and being loved is never equal.
The slightly cool autumn night wind swept away the heat of the day, and also wrinkled the deep river water under the night, and the water waves gently slapped the shore.
Josie sighed faintly, and said, "Well, let's stop playing, okay? One sentence, three words, and you will get this role."
One sentence, three words?
Edward frowned, his eyes were fixed, his gentle face was a little darker due to the night, and stubbornness was clearly hidden in his eyes.
1 minutes, or 3 minutes?
Anyway, after a while, before Josie's patience was about to run out, Edward finally planned to speak.
"You want to hear this, don't you, Josie Horton." His tone was light, but he gritted his teeth secretly, "I never let go of my feelings for you even for a day, and I regret what I did all the time. It's because of your PTSD—and, I'm totally in love with you. I love you. Is that why you want to hear it?"
There was three seconds of silence in the air.
With a smile on the corner of Josie's mouth, she replied, "Yes."
Her smile was faint, and her chin was raised a little, but that cute little appearance was really charming, natural elegance mixed with natural arrogance, as if nothing in this world could easily impress her.
Most people who grew up in a place of luxury and wealth have an indescribable special charm, but most of them are manipulated or even destroyed by the vigorous sex, and only a small number of people are nourished by this kind of desire, which makes them more attractive.
Like Josie.
All kinds of men and even women pass by her life like a cloud of smoke, but she is not attached to anyone, so she is inseparable, with an elusive mystery and freedom.
The stubborn lion had to bow his head and confess his love, because he finally realized that this woman was unconquerable.
It can only be him who is conquered by her.
Edward blinked his eyes slowly, his eyes were affectionate, and his confession became smoother, "I have always loved you out of control, no matter how hard I try to fight against this feeling, it still fails again and again. God, what am I Self-righteous fool..."
"No, stop." Josie could not help interrupting him.
Letting him continue like this would make her seem too cruel.
Therefore, her eyelashes drooped slightly, covering most of her eyes, "Do you still remember our bet?"
"what?"
"That conquest game."
Edward's love had just surged into his heart, but he had a very bad premonition.
"You lost." He heard Josie say, "Do you remember?"
These words almost made Edward's heartbeat completely stagnant, his half-open mouth seemed to have been poured into the cold wind, and the bones were filled with cold.
But before he could speak, Josie suddenly stretched out her hand and straightened the collar of his shirt with gentle movements.
She withdrew her hand, her tone was inexplicable: "You are a very good man, you are smart, handsome, humorous, and self-disciplined... But, why do you have to meet with me? You should need a man who wakes up every day. The woman by your side can have breakfast and read newspapers together on weekends.”
"It was you who gave me the signal, Josie." Edward couldn't believe it, "It was you, it was you who gave me the signal to continue loving you—isn't it?"
Josie raised her eyebrows lightly, quite innocently: "Is there such a thing? I forgot. Anyway, you say you love me, but love will fade. Moreover, love is the cheapest and most useless thing in this world." of luxury."
In essence, love is just a physiological phenomenon produced by hormones that promote the secretion of dopamine and increase the value of central nervous system information transmission in a short period of time.
Almost indistinguishable from the addiction mechanism of narcotic drugs.
So, men, the one who gets dumped will always have a grudge, especially this type who is usually invincible in love and has a strong and proud personality.
Josie Horton is a greedy, cold-blooded animal. Her world does not need love, nor does she need a man who can open the door and offer her flowers, because she owns an entire garden.
She can pick whichever rose she wants.
Or lily is also good, pure and beautiful, fresh and pleasant.
But the only thing that made her lose interest was probably the flowers that had lost their nutrients in her vase.
Keanu was right about one thing.
She was the kind of kid who was so enthusiastic about new toys that the novelty faded and the enthusiasm disappeared, and the toys that were at hand were thrown away at will.
"So now, do you still want this role—or, me?"
Edward looked down.
I saw that Josie's face was like a cold marble sculpture, perfect and precise, accompanied by a trace of wonderful divinity praised by film critics, but without any extraneous emotions that belonged to ordinary people.
His heart couldn't help throbbing violently.
But at the same time, his mind dazzled by love quickly calmed down.
He stared fixedly at Josie, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, and brought her into his arms, hugging the woman in front of him tightly, but he didn't want her to see any of his expression at the moment.
"Don't move, let me hug you." He heard his voice dry, "I...I love you uncontrollably, as long as I think of you not believing in this, my heart Almost crushed."
His voice trembled, his eyes were moist, and his face was like a reef in the deep sea, but it was cold and damp under the lonely night and moon.
"You repeatedly gave me hope, but you let me down on purpose. I was turned into a masochist controlled by you. Whether it was pain or injury, you controlled me, and I didn't even dare to ask you to love me. "
"I surrender to you, completely. I tear this heart and useless dignity apart. No matter how you treat me, I will love you until the day you think that love may fade."
The slightly cool liquid dripped down the bridge and tip of the man's nose, and dripped quietly onto a piece of skin on Josie's back, almost scalding her.
She couldn't help thinking: 'Did I really do that to him?Does he really love me that much? '
At the same time, this inevitably gave her a strange feeling, which gradually dispelled the hidden boredom in her heart, thus giving birth to a subtle and hidden pleasure.
Edward seemed to be trying his best to restrain his choking, and said intermittently: "I won't do unnecessary things anymore, I give up that role...you are free."
At an angle that Josie couldn't see, because his blue eyes were backlit, no light refracted in the dark and moist pupils, deep and cold, like a lonely night.
But his tone became pitiful, and even stammered suspiciously.
"Don't push me away, don't hate me—" Edward's voice became lower and lower, "As long as, as long as I can stay by your side occasionally, I don't care if you love me or not."
God, it's terrible.
Josie could ignore any crazy ex who fell into hysteria, but she couldn't refuse a poor little girl who exposed all her inner softness to her.
She even stretched out her hand involuntarily, wanting to gently stroke Edward's back, giving the man some useless comfort, but just as she raised her hand, the remaining rationality forced her to shrink back.
"It's not something I can control." Josie tried to keep her voice as cold as possible, "You don't need to be like this."
Edward closed his eyes, a drop of crystal water fell on the long eyelashes at the end of his eyes, and then he smiled slowly, bitter and sweet, but his eyes were sharp and cold.
"However, this is also beyond my control." He simply buried his head in Josie's shoulder, his voice muffled.
For a while, no one on the balcony spoke.
They hugged quietly like this, to be precise, Josie was hugged by Edward.
The night wind was slightly cold.
The sound of this man's heartbeat was so hot that it seemed to melt him completely.
Suddenly, all the irritability that had been entangled with him disappeared, leaving only the satisfied sense of conquest and collection desire, as well as a special sense of accomplishment in a certain sense.
Josie frowned imperceptibly, and said helplessly, "It's up to you."
She pushed him away and went back into the room.
Well, the rose watered itself, pruned its thorns, and carefully returned to her garden... well, let it stay.
Anyway, there are no other flowers in the vase for the time being.
The next afternoon.
Lido Island.
This small island not far from Venice has always been the venue for the Venice Film Festival. In addition to the beautiful scenery of the water city, the strong atmosphere of the film festival has also attracted many tourists from far away.
Claudia arrived at the red carpet fan area in front of the movie palace as early as one o'clock, occupying the best position here.
Two years ago, "Titanic" swept the world, and the water city of Venice is no exception. The faces of the leading actors and actresses have attracted countless fans with the phenomenal effect of this movie.
Among them was young Claudia.
At first, the girl is hopelessly smitten with the leading man, Leonardo DiCaprio, but as time goes on, a series of films starring the female lead, Josie Horton, are introduced and released. A very prolific and talented actress has completely captured Claudia's heart.
Especially the masterpiece "The Perfect Victim", which won him an Oscar.
Claudia is fascinated by Josie Holden's languid and restrained precision in the movie, and the only moment of frenetic and passionate piano playing.
This is not the same as the obsession with Leonardo DiCaprio back then.
That kind of obsession is more derived from the hormones of puberty, being attracted by the perfect object to satisfy the girl's fantasy, just like men can never resist sexy beauties in their early twenties.
The movie "The Perfect Victim" made Claudia feel the artistic beauty of another dimension, which only belongs to talented pianists.
The doomed tragic life and the pure and innocent music collide with an unparalleled spark of drama. It turns out that the femme fatale of the dark series can also be so beautiful that people love it.
Yes, pity.
As the name suggests, pity and love.
I want to kiss away the shattered tears on her face quietly, but also want to be kissed by her on the cold piano top-oh, God, I can't stand it just thinking about it!
Claudia believes that she is not the only one who has this idea, at least on the red carpet in the movie palace, all men and women in the movie palace have all kinds of fantasies about her.