Probably because of her constant focus on exercise, Jeanne rarely got sick before and after the crossing, but she had taken care of some cold patients, and Cesare was one of the quieter ones, and all he seemed to need was a comfortable environment and plenty of hot water, rather than a pure deceptive glucose drip, and he recovered quite quickly. WwW is worth your collection. LＷXＳ５２０。 After eight hours of sleep, Cesare was woken up for dinner, his temperature had dropped considerably, Jim spent the night in his room, and the next morning he regained his appetite and claimed that he had recovered and could return to work - it took a while for the team to convince him that Cesare was on board. He fell asleep again shortly after bed, and when Jenny came to visit him again after class, he was still not awake.

"Let's go have dinner with Nicholas." She assured Mary, "If he needs anything, I can call Jim." ”

It wasn't Mary's job to take care of Cesare, and she agreed without any burden, and Jeanne made dinner for herself, forcibly resisting her urge to steal chicken soup for a bowl of noodles (Jim made it for Cesare, and his cooking was really good, at least much better than Mary's), and ate the old three—organic fruit and vegetable seafood salad and half a slice of bread. She waited until seven o'clock in the evening before she heard any movement upstairs, so she heated up the chicken soup and brought it directly and knocked on the door.

"I'm in." She said, then pushed the door open and entered—just in time to see Cesare closing his notebook and setting it aside. "—You're not an honest patient, are you, Cesare?"

Cesare seemed to be much better, his nose was a little tattered, but not red, his hair was visibly combed, he seemed to have taken a shower, and the last time Jeanne saw him, he hadn't changed into his pajamas yet—as expected, his pajamas seemed to have been ironed, and even though they might have been worn for some time, they still seemed to be creased and smooth.

"I'm just checking the email." He said the nasal voice was much lighter, but it was still there.

"Okay." Jenny said in a tolerant tone. Cesare's eyes narrowed, "I'm not lying—I'm all right." ”

Judging from his somewhat unhappy tone, maybe he has recovered a lot, but there is definitely still some distance from complete recovery.

"Okay." Jenny wanted to laugh a little again, she bit the inside of her cheek, and replied quietly, "But it's night now, and the earth doesn't seem to stop after more than 20 hours away from you, so why not rest for a few more nights - chicken soup?" ”

Cesare generously accepted the offer of reconciliation and reached out to take the bowl of soup. Jenny turned up the room temperature for him, which she felt was too low for the patient.

"Thank you." Cesare said.

He picked her mouth as she turned, and Jenny paused, unsure if he meant to do so-

"If only you didn't think I was offending your private space." She finally decided to turn around as if nothing had happened, but cut back on eye contact, "Need bread?" ”

"Let's have a slice." Cesare said, blowing his nose.

Jenny handed him a slice of bread, hugged her laptop, and found a place on the carpet next to the bed, "Call me when you're ready." ”

She was scrolling through the gossip pages, wondering if the media had photographed her driving to Cesare's house, which seemed to her to be not, but it was hard to guarantee that some of the paparazzi's stalking skills were superb......

"I think I owe you an apology." Cesare said Jenny heard the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl. "I have to admit that I'm a little ...... in an unhealthy state I'm not good at controlling my emotions, and if I was out of shape that day, I hope you don't mind. ”

"Hey, don't care." "Actually, you're right -- I do act like a self-centered bitch -- and in a way, you're right. ”

She didn't want to make the atmosphere too serious, "But you don't like to admit that you're sick, is it because you're 'not good at controlling your emotions'?" Have you always been like this? ”

Cesare was silent for a moment.

"That's pretty much it," he eventually admitted, "Normally, I'm a professional businessman, I'm an agent, and it's my job to deal with the trivialities of celebrities — they bother you with that, and they show that they trust you." But sometimes, when self-control isn't so strong, your true thoughts come to the fore and even bounce back more than they should be. ”

He must have been ill indeed, for Cesare's tone was relaxed, even oozing with emotion, and he said in a laughing voice, "Do you want to say, 'Die, stop going crazy about these little things, don't you know how lucky you are?'" Except for the deformed media, and their even more deformed audiences, no one cares about the damn news, stop being a kid now' - I'm not talking about you. ”

Jenny smiled too, "Thank you, but I still have a fever on my face - but it's good to know I'm not the only star who is so naïve." ”

"You're not." Cesare said, his tone solemn, "You're a good client — you know what, Jennifer?" ”

He blew his nose with a piece of paper, and Jenny asked, 'Huh?' 'Sighed.

Cesare whispered, "Sometimes I'm really proud of you." ”

Jenny choked and choked a few times before saying, "Oh, when you're all right - Cesare, you're going to hate yourself when you're well." ”

"Will it?" Cesare was confused, and Jenny bit her cheek hard to keep herself from laughing.

"Yes." She replied, "But you can say more if you want - I won't laugh at you." ”

"Say what?" Cesare blew his nose again, and when he had eaten his fill, he began to lose his mind.

"I don't know," Jenny shrugged, "tell me why you're so disgusted by the idea that you're sick - did you know that overuse of antibiotics can ruin your health?" What if one day you get injured and infected? If all the antibiotics don't work for you, maybe you'll die. ”

"I know." Cesare honestly admits that he rests the bowl on the side of the bed—Jenny peeks at it, and Cesare has slipped off the back of the bed. "But I don't like the feeling of being sick."

"Why?" Jenny asked, still not straightening up or turning her head officially.

"Being sick makes you feel vulnerable." Cesare replied, his hand reaching out and ruffling his neat blonde hair, "and I hate it." ”

Jenny suddenly felt a pang of guilt: Cesare didn't like vulnerability for a reason, as she seemed to be using his vulnerability to spy on him right now*.

"We don't like vulnerability," she said, "but that doesn't mean you can deny it—haven't you always taught me that?" The best way to deal with vulnerability is to face it and overcome it. ”

"yes, that's what I taught you." Cesare sniffled, as if feeling sleepy.

Jeanne didn't speak, she wanted to give Cesare some time to sleep before leaving, but after a while, Cesare spoke again.

"Jefferson?" He said in a daze, "Are you still there?" ”

"I'm here." Jenny said.

"I'll tell you something about me-" Strangely enough, Cesare now sounded very sober, close to what he was in his normal life, "maybe it will make me regret it a few days later - but anyway, now I decide to tell you, but you have to promise that you can't comment on it in 'clichés,' and we can't talk about it afterwards - in fact we don't talk about it at all." ”

Jenny was on the verge of being killed by curiosity and tormented by guilt - but at the end of the day, it was Cesare's own decision, wasn't it?

“ok。” She said, "Absolutely don't talk about it, just talk about it." ”

"I had a very distant relationship with my parents." Cesare said, "I think you saw it, or Lillian told you—what you may not know is that this estrangement didn't happen in my adulthood, or even after I have some memory. My parents were very young when they gave birth to me, they divorced at an early age, and I didn't have the loving grandparents I usually had, and my grandfather continued to have a romantic relationship in his 70s, and the other side was in a similar situation. ”

He cleared his throat, "My parents now have a new family, and they are both very good to the children who come after them - they are not bad people, there are always parents in this world who do not love one of their children, and it just so happens that I am just one of the data samples - the timing has never been right, never right. ”

Jenny said, "Yes, I do. ”

"So, naturally, I grew up in a boarding school," Cesare said, "and I adapted well to the situation, and in fact my classmates were similar, and you'd be surprised at how broken the family was at the aristocratic boarding school - most of the time I enjoyed my school life, and I was happy with my life, but the only thing I didn't like was—"

"When you're sick." Jenny said.

"Yes." Cesare agreed. "It's only when you're sick that you can't take care of yourself, and you feel uncontrollably vulnerable, longing, and envious of the stupid 'white fence and dog' on TV – but all you can do is go to the infirmary and listen to your housekeeper take turns calling your guardian outside the door, begging them to come and visit you. Theoretically, my guardian was my father, but he was often out of the country, and my mother and grandparents had their own affairs - my housekeeper was very nice, and sometimes if she wasn't so busy, she would take me back to her house to take care of me, or bring me some hot soup she cooked, and I could see on her face what she wanted to say - and she felt sorry for me. ”

"And you don't like people to think you're pitiful." Jenny cleared her throat as well.

"Yes, of course I don't like to be pitied." "So I don't like to get sick — it's a problem and I should fix it, but somehow it's hard for me to get rid of that feeling whenever I start getting sick." ”

He took a breath and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Now, I know it's hypocritical—the rich boy and his broken family, the damn trust, my grandfather gave me almost all of his possessions, and I'm still complaining that he doesn't care enough about me, and so on. You've certainly had a harder time, I'm just making excuses for being rude to you, coercing you into forgiving me with ridiculous little stories - you have any right to be angry with me, you've always been a wonderful and professional client, making the most money and getting the least trouble, but I haven't treated you the best-"

"I don't think it's pretentious or cliché." Jenny interrupted, "I think—I think I understand, really, Chesa, I understand." ”

She paused, feeling a little too tense, "But we said we wouldn't talk about it—so let's talk about something else." ”

"What are you talking about?" Cesare asked curiously.

"Let's talk about your average sleep lately." Jenny said, "And when was the last time you worked out." ”

"About five hours." Cesare said confusedly, "Fitness...... I don't remember, what's wrong with that? ”

"Of course there is a problem." Jenny said sincerely, "I know you've been working overtime, juggling CAA and big dreams - you said you didn't treat me best, I didn't treat you best, Cesare, you're a trustworthy agent, partner, you're so reliable and capable, so I got into the habit of dumping everything at you, you've done a lot of work that should have been done by me, and I didn't even say thank you." I'm sorry, Chesa, but you're right, I've been relying on you too much - maybe it's your responsibility as an agent, but as a partner, it's not like that, isn't it? I forgot that you need someone to support you too. ”

She said, "I'll put myself to work as soon as possible, Big Dream is a company of the two of us, right?" I'll take it for you, i'hyourback. ”

Cesare chuckled hoarsely.

"Yes." He said, "Well, I'm looking forward to that day." ”

Jenny laughed too, "Seriously, I've always wanted to ask you a question. ”

"Huh?" Cesare murmured in a guttural voice.

"Do you really have no friends?" Jenny said, "It's like me and Lillian—oh, that's bad, I seem to have only one friend—"

Cesare's breathing seemed to be a little low, and her voice was quieter, and Jenny cautiously looked up and turned to look.

As she expected, Cesare's eyelashes pressed against his cheeks under the messy blonde hair, a tissue stirring his jaw with his breath - he fell asleep again.