Wake up in an unfamiliar big bed, and the sky is dark.

Quietly listening to the sound of dressing next to her, Linda Carter still couldn't help but wonder how all this happened?

Perhaps, a certain little man is too attractive, young, handsome, and golden, and there is simply no fault. Perhaps, it was vanity, well, being by his side after the party last night, and the envious glances of many younger and prettier women around her was a feeling she hadn't enjoyed in a long time. Perhaps, from the moment he sat down across from him, he had been seducing himself.

Yes.

Hitchcock's!

Oh, how could such a little man, who can be called a movie genius, make such a low-level mistake, he probably just wants to relax himself: look, Simon Westeros can make mistakes too, it's not a big deal.

Recalling the details of last night, he originally stepped forward to talk with a little caution and even awe, and after his small mistake, he was indeed no longer so restrained.

At all costs.

In short, she played with fire.

Last night should have been at least two o'clock in the morning before she fell asleep, and it was not light, but it was indeed the most satisfying experience she had in years.

Although, the heart feels empty.

Well, that's not right.

Silently raised his hand and groped his chest...... It's not that my heart is empty, it's really empty.

I gave birth to a son last year, and the little one in the family is not yet one and a half years old. In order to maintain her figure, she basically never fed the child herself, but she didn't expect to be cheaper for a certain guy.

"Awake?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Linda Carter, who was still haunting last night's various things in her mind, looked at the little man who was buttoning her shirt next to the bed with a slightly red face, answered, and pretended to be calm: "Morning." ”

"Morning," Simon smiled, buttoned the last button, and said, "Sleep a little longer, I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you." Also, the driver will be waiting outside in the morning and ready to drop you off. ”

Linda Carter noticed a men's watch on the bedside table, stretched out a white arm and leaned over to take a look at it.

It was not yet a quarter past six.

Remembering Simon's words, she realized something and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"yes, work. ”

What kind of work can he have at six o'clock in the morning, feeling that he wants to escape, she still can't help but ask: "Don't you eat breakfast?"

"Well, not too hungry. ”

Linda Carter was stunned, thinking of something, and her face turned a little redder.

Bastard, of course you're not hungry.

Simon noticed the woman's reaction and realized that his answer was somewhat ambiguous, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He actually made an appointment for Amy's breakfast at seven o'clock, and he just subconsciously replied that he just didn't want to explain too much.

After getting dressed, seeing that the woman cowering under the sheet was still holding her watch, Simon stretched out his hand and signaled.

The woman noticed Simon reaching over, subconsciously shrunk back, understood, and handed over the watch embarrassedly.

Simon casually took his watch, looked at the woman on the big bed, hesitated, took out his wallet, unfolded the checkbook and filled it out for a moment, and tore a check down.

Linda Carter originally tilted her head slightly to avoid Simon's gaze, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man's movements, turned her head, and quickly widened her eyes slightly, and there was already a little more anger in her tone: "You, what are you doing?"

Simon paused with the check in his hand and said softly, "There is no other meaning, you can buy whatever you like." ”

Linda Carter glared at Simon fiercely, stopped talking, and simply turned away.

Simon looked at the woman's figure and said softly, "I'm sorry, Linda, next time I come to Los Angeles, I will invite you to dinner." ”

"Bastard, you can get out. ”

Simon whispered sorry again, thought about it, and gently placed the check on the bedside table, turned and left the bedroom.

The door slammed.

After about ten minutes, I faintly heard the sound of the car engine.

The bastard should have left.

Still a little angry.

So he scolded a few more words, he was so tired that he couldn't help fighting his eyelids and continued to sleep.

I was so tired last night.

When I woke up again, the light through the cracks in the curtains was already very bright. Pulling up the sheets, I got out of bed, walked to the window and pulled back the floor-to-ceiling curtains that opened to the terrace, and the obnoxious sunlight filled the bedroom. This villa has a great view, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles at the foot of the hill and the blue waters of Santa Monica Bay.

It's a bit of a covetousness for this kind of beauty, but they know that they can't belong to themselves after all.

Remembering what that little bastard had done a few hours ago, he got angry again. Although not as rich as him, her husband is also a well-known financial lawyer who earns millions of dollars a year, and with the popularity brought by that year, she herself has been able to earn a good income through TV and movie advertising endorsements over the years.

In short, she is not short of money.

Originally, it was a somewhat exciting but not too bad experience, but he wanted to give her the money like he sent that kind of woman.

Bastard!

Repeating the phrase again, not in the mood to look at the scenery again, she turned and walked to the bathroom.

After a brief wash, he got dressed, picked up his handbag and was about to leave, only to notice that the check he had signed was on the bedside table. Because it is placed with its back to the cover, you can't see the number on the front.

hesitated.

The heart said that there would never be a next time anyway, just look at how many bastards signed.

Just take a look.

So I picked it up.

And then.

One, two, three, four, five, six...... That's right, before the decimal point, six zeros.

This is, $1 million?!

Suddenly I was a little stunned.

It was ten years ago, and the largest check she received over the years was only $500,000, a three-year endorsement contract for a bedding company. Recently, I came to audition for a TV movie, and if I can sign it, the salary will only be about $50,000.

A few advertising endorsements on her body and some small-screen movie series that she regularly starred in, all counted, to ensure that she squeezed into the high-income class of the United States.

As for his husband's money, the two were financially independent, and they also signed a prenuptial agreement. Although he is responsible for the family's expenses, even if she divorces, she may not receive a one-time alimony of more than one million dollars.

He continued to stand there for a while.

Considering her reaction in the morning, she thought that even if he was generous, he would only sign a check for $100,000 at most. $100,000, compared to her own persistence, she still can't look down on it.

It seems that he was still unceremoniously letting him roll.

Right now.

Suddenly I couldn't help but think that he must have done it on purpose, deliberately torturing himself.

Damn little man.

Scum!

Scoundrel!

Knave!

You are so generous, why don't you sign $10 million, see if I will take it!