After hanging up the phone, Lance put his phone on the desktop, and his body slowly leaned on the back of the chair. His tight muscles slowly relaxed in the lazy sunlight. ↗

Lance didn't know whether his decision was correct. The thumb gently rubbed on the index finger of his left hand revealed his anxiety and anxiety. He originally thought that he had made up his mind to abandon everything for revenge. Even in the face of Jason Berkeley's accusations, he had a clear conscience and never wavered; but now, he changed his decision and made a decision that rationally opposed. The warning system of his brain kept whispering, trying to prevent his impulse to obey his emotions from moving onto this path of no return again.

However, he took this step firmly and took another step towards his dream.

Unlike the uneasiness and turmoil in his heart, his brain gradually relaxed, and every pore on his body was breathing happily. Simple and pure joy and happiness filled his entire chest. He almost forgot what this felt. Even when he picked up the guide and stood behind the camera, and took the "City of God" with his own hands, he did not feel such a surging emotion. The emotions that burst out in that moment swallowed him in a blink of an eye, and did not even leave him with reaction time, and then he took this step impulsively.

His reason was moaning in pain, but his emotions were dancing happily. The contradictory torture made the corners of his mouth gently outline a curve. He still couldn't practice his home after all, right?

It was so sweet that it was a little bitter... This feeling was really long-lasting, too long, so long that he was a little overwhelmed, so long that he was a little overwhelmed, so long that he could not extricate himself. It was painful, but happy. In the deepest part of the soul, Lance knew that even though this was a mistake and another, he did not regret it.

The dry smell of sunlight in the air lingered under his nose, as if in this moment, he returned to the distant memory - on Broadway Avenue in Manhattan, tirelessly looking for opportunities for auditions. He had not discovered the cruel and bloody truths, but he was just devoted to the performance, cherishing the second chance God gave him, even just one audition could illuminate the whole day; in the office of Century City, working day and night, eating cold pizza, drinking bitter coffee, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. He and Jason, Ryan and Tucker, laughing at each other's embarrassment with red silk, and then continued to work hard for the preparation of the new movie...

"Lancelot." A call interrupted Lance's thoughts, causing him to slowly raise his eyes, and then he saw Jessica Alba bathed in the sun.

The white dress made Jessica look youthful. However, the thick makeup could not hide her haggardness. The obvious dark circles and dry lips were silently accusing her poor sleep quality recently. However, Jessica still had a smile on her face, covering her embarrassment. However, it didn't work much, but instead revealed a sad and desolate feeling, which I felt pity.

Lancean sat on the chair and raised his eyes. His expression was peaceful, as if he was not surprised by Jessica's accident. However, the muscles hidden under the clothes quietly tensed up again. The thoughts in his mind fell faintly between his eyebrows like catkins flying all over the sky. The blue eyes with moonlight were cold and distant, and the gentlemanly and polite smile at the corner of his mouth was perfect.

Jessica took a step forward, a little anxious, but then her steps paused again, hesitated, and finally looked at Lance with a reluctant smile, "I wonder if someone has made an appointment at this location?" Jessica tried to show her gracefulness and maturity, but the uneasy hand movements revealed her true emotions.

"Did you come here for afternoon tea? Or did you make an appointment with a friend?" Lance did not answer Jessica's words positively, but asked back.

Jessica was at a loss by the problem of Lance, and was led by the nose involuntarily. "After afternoon tea, I'm here to have afternoon tea..." Jessica realized the messy voice, pulled out a smile to soothe her emotions, and then adjusted her breathing. "I just came out of the union, and then thought, why not enjoy the leisure of a cup of black tea, so I'm here." Jessica shrugged easily and said half-jokingly.

Lance lowered his eyes and chuckled twice, "This cafe has a unique location."

Jessica could clearly see that the light and thick eyelashes slowly drooped down, covering the faint smile in the eyes, but the intoxicating blue inadvertently leaked a halo in the haze, which was thrilling. Jessica only felt that her breathing stopped in an instant, and she even forgot that Lance still did not invite her to sit down, so she also ignored the politeness and alienation in Lance's words - or, she realized that she just refused to look at it.

"So, are you working?" Jessica took a step forward again, looking at the script on Lance's knee with curious eyes, and said in a light tone with all her might, "You have not participated in the crew's publicity recently. I heard from Albert that you have been busy with a new script."

"It seems that Albert has been very relaxed in his work recently." Lance said with a smile.

At this time, Albert Allen, who was far away at the other end of the city, sneezing three times in a row, and his body shivered a few times. He couldn't help but look around and see why he had an ominous premonition.

Hayden Hunter asked inexplicably, "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

Before Albert could speak, Percy Brandley, who was standing on the other side to sort out the information of the crew of the company, did not raise his head and directly mocked, "It should be that it was too late to watch the video last night and his body was weak." A joke made Hayden laugh. Albert rolled his eyes and wanted to refute it, but Percy threw a stack of information directly over, "It's almost the same as there are so many crew members?" He diverted Albert's attention. He held it in his chest, but couldn't vent it, which was really depressed.

Jessica was taken away from the topic by Lance's words again, and she was a little at a loss for a moment.

Standing there, Jessica felt extremely embarrassed, and she didn't know what she wanted. When she left the American Actors Union, she saw Lance across the street at a glance, and then walked over as if she was possessed. When she realized that, she was already standing in front of Lance.

This is the first time she has seen him since the premiere of "The Day Afternoon", and he has not made a phone call or communicated. Even the publicity period has completely disappeared, as if everything is just her dream, illusory and cold, cruel and numb.

She should hate him, right? She should alienate him, right? She should forget his, right?

However, seeing him appearing in front of him quietly and peacefully, she could not suppress the surge in her heart - this surge even made her feel scared. She began to worry about her makeup, her clothes, and her demeanor... All her reason was burned to death, just wanting to get closer and closer, that kind of earnestness made her take another step.

"Lancelot..." Jessica shouted, and the familiar syllables jumped gently on the tip of her tongue, like a demon's moan, but it was so beautiful that it was intoxicating. But he did not look up, but just raised his eyebrows slightly to indicate that he could hear it. Jessica cleared her throat, "Tonight, are you free tonight? Maybe we can have dinner together."

After all, she sent an invitation, her whole scalp tensed up, but her inner expectation quietly rose.

Lance raised his head and looked at Jessica, with a little surprised light flashing in her eyes. Jessica smiled, but she felt that the smile was even worse than crying, exposing her worst side to him, and then she heard Lance's cold voice, like a bright moonlight rippling, "No, I don't think we should have dinner together, to be precise, even lunch should be avoided."

The cruel and cold words pierced Jessica's heart, bloody. She reluctantly maintained her smile and asked in that illusory voice, "Why... why?" After saying that, she laughed dryly, trying to hide the fragility hidden behind the words, as if it was just a joke between friends.

Lance looked at Jessica quietly. His calm gaze made Jessica feel uneasy little by little. She stood there in a hurry. She tried to persist and faced Lance's gaze, but she couldn't hold on for too long. After a while, just a moment, she avoided her gaze, and then a wave of despair began to swarm. Even though Lance did not say anything, the cold and ruthless eyes showed some. Despair was like a flood, rushing up from the soles of her feet little by little, and her breathing began to become more and more rapid and magnificent, and finally swallowed her completely. The slow rhythm of lingchi easily defeated all her defense lines.

"Why..." Jessica said again. This time, there was no cover up the joke, no pretending to be strong, and no whitewashing peace. She showed her inner fragility in front of Lance without any defense, and was covered in blood. A gust of wind came, and the white dress fluttered in the sound of the wind. Jessica's thin figure seemed to be almost unstable, and could turn into pieces in the wind at any time and disappear.

The world gradually dimmed in Jessica's despair, as if all the colors disappeared in the white skirt.
Chapter completed!