“Take me to the movies then.”
As ever, Jenny chooses her favorite film, Léon: The Professional.
This is a story of two children, a girl and a boy. In their heart, both of them are 12-year-old. Even though they feel depressed, they still love each other deeply.
Jenny is impressed with the lines in the movie.
Is life always this hard. Or is just when you are a kid?
Always like this.
Whichever stage we are at in life, life is always so difficult.
Nevertheless, everyone is still trying hard to survive in their own way.
In real life, Jenny is also no exception. No matter how life throws shit at her, she always keeps her head up and struggle to survive.
So Jenny keeps watching the movie until the outro of the movie is played.
“Do you think that Leon and Mathilda are in love?”
Jenny turns around and feel like asking Leonard this question, but, not knowing from when, Harold has sat by her side.
“This is love.”
Protect, is the way I love you.
This is the way that Leon loves Mathilda.
Like the fish that falls in love with the flying bird, the fish can’t leave the love behind.
He can only choose this way to love her, love her by enduring, love her by being hurt.
Harold has watched this movie before, the love story of Leon and Mathilda has also touched him deeply.
He takes a look at his watch, “It’s time for us to go.”
“Where are we going now?”
Jenny is pulled up by Harold from her seat, he leads her to the elevator, heading to seventy-fourth floor.
For the moment the elevator door opens, the scene that emerged in Jenny’s eyes, nope, it should be said that the entire floor has astonished her.
This entire floor is like a big wardrobe, from clothing to accessories, all the rooms on this floor are devoted to the fashion’s hottest brands and products for current season.
In other words, these collections will be replaced with the latest trends and hottest fashions every new season.
Isn’t this what every woman has been seeking for in their life?
“Mr. Quarrington, may I help you?”
The voice of a lady stops Jenny’s imagination.
“Dress her up, I’m going to take her to a ball later.”
“Alright, Sir.”
“Ms. Jenny, this way please.”
Jenny’s been in a trance for a while, after having a look at Harold, follows the lady to the fitting room.
When Jenny comes out from the fitting room, Harold can’t help standing up.
The black evening dress shows Jenny’s beautiful figure to advantage, her hair is permed perfectly to a slightly wavy texture.
The hairstyle has flattered her oval-shaped face wonderfully.
Harold is still mooning over her, Jenny blushes, sweeping her hair back behind her ear bashfully.
Perfect.
Besides that, Harold can’t think other words to describe how beautiful Jenny is now.
“Good job.”
He takes her hand ready to go for the ball, she definitely will be the most eye-catching lady tonight.
Everything is in such a hurry.
With a confusion in Jenny’s eyes, Harold put his arms around her waist, hug her into bosom, and walk down the red-carpeted hallway toward the hotel lobby.
There is a twinkle in their eyes, somebody has pressed the shutter button to take a photograph.
The reporters come forward, smiling.
“Mr. Quarrington, this lady is your girlfriend?”
Harold holds Jenny tightly in his arm in spite of her struggle. Facing the reporters that surging forward, he gives them an amicable flash of his white teeth.
“Didn’t you just said? Naturally, she is my girlfriend.”
Jenny is bursting to bite the arm that put around her shoulder sharply, they’ve got along pretty well, how could he makes that story up in front of the reporters?
The reporters are getting more and more, Jenny’s shoulder is hooped tightly by Harold, she can’t move and only can put on a happy face.
Looking at the reporters, she feels doubtful about their eyesight. Can’t they see the unwillingness on her face? How could they listen to his one-sided account?
Suddenly, a line of sight pass over the crowd of reporters, reach Jenny coldly.
Her heart misses a beat, she looks over with her feeling eagerly. Over there, a familiar view of back comes into her sight and she finds herself feeling flustered.
Is James Yard.
“What’s wrong?”
By not knowing when the reporters have been driven away by the guard, Harold looks toward the direction that gazed by Jenny, but no one is there.
His eyes glitter, then a sneer emerge in his eyes.
“It’s nothing, I’m just thirsty.”
There are some worries in Jenny’s tone, she break loose from his embrace, walking toward the beverage area.
Harold sees Jenny break loose from his embrace, his bosom has become empty, and his arm hangs in the midair stiffly.
Looking at the direction that she runs toward, he goes out of his mind for a little while.
“Why… she pushes me away?”
“Or is for James?”
He has made great efforts for her, why he is still not able to catch up with even a single look from him.
Does she really so care about James?
They has come to a high society’s ball, most of the attendees are men from all walks of life who are not much of a very successful personage but are kind of well-known in their career.
Every successful man has partnered with a slim, beautiful and foxy lady, while the partners for some of them even are popular female celebrity.
Everyone has their own scheme, like whom they getting close to, for what purpose.
Jenny don’t understand why Harold bring her here.
But her, through the eye contact with James just now, she can feel intuitively his suspicion and unwillingness.
Jenny wants to explain to James, she doesn’t want him to misunderstand her relationship with Harold.
“Eh, you’re alone? Don’t you have any partner?”
A familiar voice come into her ears from behind.
When she hears these words, she thinks that it is some gentleman that tries to flirt her, but what she doesn’t expect is, when she turns over her head, it is James that stands behind her.
Jenny is flabbergasted, the sudden tremble causes the juice in the goblet spilled all over her hand.
“Why you’ve been so careless?”
James pulls over her hand without any hesitation. He takes over her goblet and put it on the table, wiping the juice on her hand with a handkerchief lightly.
As his beautiful pair of fair and slender hand slowly touches the hand of hers, he increases his strength gradually, and his veins become more appealing, slowly.
She wants to withdraw her hand from him, in vain, but gets nothing than a tighter grab.
James stares at her, this kind of her is so unfamiliar.
The dark black evening dress brings out her milky complexion, the red stiletto heel sandals fit her small feet perfectly.
He looks at her face, her long black hair has been tied in a half-up knot; a beautiful diamond hairclip is clipped next to the knot; tendrils of hair straggle across her ear; her delicate face has been flattered to be even more petite.
Her facial features have been adorned with a delicate makeup, a slender eyebrows, a large appealing eyes and the long eyelashes is fluttering rhythmically.
The nose with a prominent bridge and the ruddy lips look especially lovely under the light.
She is so beautiful and is totally not the same as few days ago when she lied on the sickbed with a pale face.
James holds her hand even tighter, he don’t believe that Jenny will leave him and appear here holding a man’s arm other than with him.