Chapter 53
In the late winter, P City was colder than the other day. On the day of the "The Relaxing Day" Thanking Salon of "Zero Degree", Bonnie Smith got up at five o'clock in the morning.
She washed and made up lightly, but Diana Swift was a light sleeper, and was woken up by this small movement.
Diana Swift sleepily wrapped a little soft quilt and sat on the bed, watching Bonnie Smith go out, eyes full of envy and nostalgia.
Am I really not interested in party salons? No, it's not! I'll never get bored of socializing!
But compared to the infinite scenery in social situations, she obviously did not want to endure the exploration and ridicule of others.
After feeling sad for herself for 30 seconds, Diana Swift reluctantly came up with a few benefits of staying at home, and she fell asleep again under the covers.
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At nine o'clock, there was a very slight door card induction sound at the door, and someone pushed in.
Diana Swift didn't wake up, she turned over unconsciously, her small mouth with pale lips smacked, as if she was having a sweet dream of braised pork ribs all around her.
The living room of the apartment was cramped, and the visitor walked to the center of the room in three or two steps. He looked up at the second floor, and from the gap between the wooden railings on the second floor, he vaguely saw Diana Swift's sleeping face with his eyes closed.
He walked lightly, stepping up the wooden stairs slowly.
Diana Swift slept soundly, but not without a sense of crisis. When someone sat on the edge of the bed and wanted to reach out to help her brush her broken hair - just like the villain in a martial arts movie who wanted to stab someone while they were sleeping, they could always accurately deceive the corpse at the moment when the villain showed the knife, she suddenly opened her eyes.
What caught her eye was a stern face that she hadn't seen for a long time but thought about it day and night.
Diana Swift stared at it for three seconds, reached out and rubbed her eyes, mumbled something in a dream, then turned to the other side.
About half a minute later, she suddenly turned back, her eyes fixed on the person who came, and she stretched out her finger and poked his Adam's apple.
Josh.
An alive Josh.
"Why are you here?" She was still lying flat on the bed, just woke up now, her voice was soft and hoarse.
Josh Hunter lowered his eyes, saw her exposed forearm, remembered the bikini photos she posted for four or five days in a row, his eyes darkened, "Zero Degree has an event today, I'll pick you up to participate."
Diana Swift hadn't reacted too much, and replied "Oh" dumbly, trying to sit up from the bed with a little force on her elbows.
Josh Hunter reached out at the right time to help her stand up the pillow.
She sat back, leaning softly on the head of the bed, staring at Josh Hunter with a dazed gaze, and was minded-absent.
Josh Hunter wanted to help her trim her hair, but he didn't know how she slept at night. Her hair was messed up, and with a dumbfounded expression, she looked like a little lunatic.
She didn't realize it, and after a little awake, she carefully gestured for Josh Hunter to walk away, "I didn't brush my teeth, don't get so close to me."
Josh Hunter was silent, then got up according to the words, but still looking at her.
In fact, he always thought that Diana Swift looked better without makeup. Her facial features were smooth, and her skin was smooth and fair. When she didn't wear makeup, she looked light, and was a little innocent and childish.
But Diana Swift saw that he had been staring at herself, and thought she was drooling too badly, so she touched the corner of her lips subconsciously.
Josh Hunter paused for a while, then finally looked away at the time, "Are you getting up now? The stylist is already downstairs."
Stylist?
Diana Swift's brain restarted, and she finally received the signal from Josh Hunter earlier - he was here to pick her up to attend "The Relaxing Day" Thanking Salon of "Zero Degree".
Sure enough, people could wait for a long time for anything.
Josh Hunter was the kind of indifferent workaholic who didn't like useless social interaction. In her memory, he seemed to have only attended a few events with her when they got married, and it was all the kind of cocktail parties that celebrities had to bring their real wife to attend.
And "Zero Degree", the stress relief salon, was obviously for fun. It was not difficult to know that all the people there were rich ladies who had nothing to do, and stars who posed for press releases or were invited to perform on the platform, and some netizens who wanted to join in.
What is he going to do? Doesn't he think that he is an orthodox tyrant who speaks several hundred million is not suitable for such a young and fashionable occasion?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Josh Hunter asked again, "Or do you need to sleep for a while?"
Diana Swift shook her head, and by the way, she threw out all the off-topic things that had just been in her mind.
Why should she care whether Josh Hunter participates or not? Now that she and Josh Hunter were still in a unilateral cold war, she should not be so cordial and friendly!
She changed her expression instantly, holding the little quilt and staring at him coldly, "You haven't answered me why you were here. Was Bonnie Smith who gave you the key card? You and Bonnie Smith colluded, right? Shameless!"
She hadn't seen him for more than half a month, but he just sent a few WeChat messages to report perfunctory. Now that he had time for the New Year and colluded with her best friend to come over to show his favor. Who knows if he was here to get her back for the family?
But he still pretended nothing happened in the early morning, thinking that everyone had amnesia and would follow his performance without incident? Impossible!
And Bonnie Smith, my fake friend who cooperated with the enemy and betrayed the country. Forget it, she would fight against her later.
Just when Diana Swift was finally ready to fight, Josh Hunter sat down next to the bed again, turned his head slightly to look at her, and suddenly apologized without warning, "I'm sorry, Diana."
The air was silent for a moment.
Diana Swift was so astonished that she forgot to make an expression, so she met his gaze.
He continued: "I didn't take your feelings into account for many things, such as the shows you participated in, Mandy Lee's movies, and the bad words during the fight. I can't guarantee that I can change my behavior soon, but I can guarantee that I will put your feelings first when dealing with things associated with you later."
He spoke softly and earnestly that Diana Swift remained in a stunned state for a long time and did not recover.
She had known Josh Hunter for nearly 20 years, and this seemed to be the first time she heard a slightly sincere apology from Josh Hunter's mouth. This apology came too suddenly, she didn't know how to answer but could only grab the quilt and looked at him without blinking.
Josh Hunter couldn't help reaching out to help her trim the broken hair, and his body also leaned forward. The distance was so close in an instant that they could almost feel each other's breath.
Diana Swift's ears turned red in a conditioned reflex, and her heartbeat was faster than expected.
Josh Hunter looked at her up close, and suddenly placed a kiss on her lips. The kiss was not erotic, but also had some rare tenderness, and even his voice seemed to become hoarse and gentle, "Diana, come home with me."
Who could resist this! ! !
In Diana Swift's heart, pink bubbles have popped up frantically, and the little canary, who was squatting in the center of the pink bubble, was also frantically nodding like the little bird was pecking at the rice.
But her subconscious still kept hinting to herself: Stay stable and not collapse, and the level of family status in the future would be determined by her performance now!
"I said I didn't brush my teeth!" She pretended to wipe her mouth, her eyelashes drooped, and said in a low voice, "You... if you have this consciousness long ago, then I'm not unreasonable."
Zen Sen patiently said "um".
Her heart was beating so fast that she almost ripped that part of the quilt to pieces, but she couldn't help but continue to pull, "Then... since you have sincerely apologized and promised, it's not impossible for me to go back. But as you said, you have to be nice to me in the future. If you treat me badly and make me ashamed, I really want to..." Divorce stuck in her throat, and she didn't want to say, "Anyway, just wait and see."
Josh Hunter said "um" again, and then she said: "In the past two weeks since you left, I had someone renovate Diana's cloakroom, adding stairs and an elevator to the original cloakroom to lead to the third floor. The four guest rooms upstairs on the left have been changed into your new cloakroom. Auntie helped you reorganize it according to the season. The brands you like have also come to the house and are filled with new styles according to your size. I also asked Sam Rodriguez to contact Haute Couture, but they all said that she need be there to make tailor-made, and the effect would be better."
Diana Swift: "..."
Josh Hunter pondered for a moment, then remembered something, "I remember you said before that the yacht was a little small, so I ordered an azimut60 for you. I originally wanted to order a 100-foot one, but 100 feet is a little troublesome to enter the port. This one should be enough for you to hold parties at sea in summer."
Was he suddenly enlightened?
Diana Swift was in shock that "this dog man would actually feed her" and couldn't recover for a long time.
Just then, Josh Hunter's phone vibrated.
It was a message from Sam Rodriguez.
Sam Rodriguez and the stylist were both sitting in the car downstairs and waiting. They didn't dare to go upstairs without receiving a notice, and they didn't dare to call for fear of interrupting the boss's performance.
But if she didn't do modeling again, they may be late for the activities on "Zero Degree". In addition, the stylist kept asking around, so he had to send a message to inquire carefully.
Josh Hunter replied, "Come up," and then without waiting for Diana Swift's answer, he lifted the quilt and picked her up, and went straight downstairs.
Without thinking, Diana Swift put her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder.
He had the consistently good smell of fir, and she greedily took two more puffs. But she didn't dare to snicker or expose her own thoughts in front of Josh Hunter. She always felt that if Josh Hunter knew that she liked him, he wouldn't be nice to her so much.
Thinking of this, she raised her voice again, and secretly pretended to be strong and independent, "Don't think that a few clothes and a yacht can get me home. I can make my own money now, so don't look down on me in the future."
Josh Hunter: "Yeah."
Maybe it was because he felt that answering "um" in such a monotonous way would make Diana Swift feel perfunctory, Josh Hunter pondered for a moment, and then added in a low voice, "It's my honor to spend money for Mrs. Hunter."
Mrs. Hunter! ! !
Diana Swift endured it for a long time, but she couldn't hold back, hiding behind him and secretly curling the corners of her lips.