Chapter 77: Chapter 76: With Anne, Second Night (Additional Update 2)
A taxi was traveling in the outskirts of Los Angeles.
"Does he know something?"
"Probably not."
"Why so sure?"
"He challenged you on medical grounds, which indicates he’s still confined to the medical and media aspects."
"Oh, I see. So, he’s not important."
"Well, Chinese people like making money, so let them make money."
"Got it."
Bres Lee sat in the back making a phone call.
As a seasoned doctor, of course he had his own car.
Choosing to take a taxi was already quite strange.
And the content of the call was even stranger.
But the real oddity was yet to come upon his arrival at the destination.
The car drove up to a historical-looking estate.
The car stopped.
Dr. Bres Lee paid and got out, while the driver kindly reminded him.
"We Asians may love making money, but it seems this house is a bit eerie."
In the United States, eight out of ten taxi drivers are Ah-San, and the other two are Pakistanis.
If it were thirty years ago, you might even run into Peter Parker’s uncle.
Dr. Li smiled and patted the driver’s shoulder.
Then he walked to the estate’s gate.
The iron gate had beautiful carvings but was very old.
The taxi quickly departed, and the iron gate opened automatically.
Dr. Li walked inside, his face wearing a knowing smile.
He walked a hundred meters to the sight of a building from the Civil War era.
He arrived at the door, and two masked people emerged from inside.
They led him in and immediately started changing his clothes.
It’s unknown if Dr. Li was aware or unaware.
On one of the floors of the building, his wife also put on a mask.
And Jenny’s mask was a bizarre ram’s skull.
...
That move by Bres Lee was indeed peculiar.
Sitting in a Mercedes-Benz, Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but recall the scene.
Because of what he knew about Bres Lee.
This guy was indeed scum.
But this scum wasn’t originally like that.
How could someone who bullied others be so obedient to his own wife?
It really didn’t make sense.
Even though Zhou Mo Sen was not a psychologist.
He was still sure that it was definitely not normal.
And he couldn’t figure out why for the moment.
In these few years, how did Bres, that bastard, become so henpecked?
It’s impossible.
But that scene happened right before Zhou Mo Sen’s eyes.
Unable to figure it out, he stopped trying.
It was already nightfall.
Zhou Mo Sen wanted something to eat, so he drove his car to an apartment building.
Originally, there was no appointment.
So, Zhou Mo Sen opted for the most primitive method.
Waiting.
He admitted, waiting like this wasn’t very smart.
But there was something amusing about it for some reason.
Not knowing if she had any engagements today or if filming would go on late into the night.
Fortunately, Zhou Mo Sen had some luck.
Without waiting too long, a tall figure appeared in his sight.
Still dressed in sportswear, her hair tied in a high ponytail.
The figure saw the Mercedes-Benz and hesitated slightly.
But in the end, she chose to walk quickly towards the apartment door.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t hesitate and got out of the car, then blocked her path.
"Surprise?"
He had a silly smile on his face.
She cast him a sideways glance, "Your sudden appearance is not a surprise at all."
Zhou Mo Sen persisted, "Really? How about going to dinner?"
She rolled her eyes again, "I’ve already eaten."
Saying that, she was about to enter the apartment door.
Zhou Mo Sen took a step forward and blocked her.
"If you go too far, the apartment security might have guns."
Already two eye rolls, she didn’t want a third.
She was Anne Hathaway.
Her eyes were large, and her eye rolls were quite lethal.
But faced with Zhou Mo Sen.
This guy was somewhat shameless.
"I don’t believe you’d be heartless enough to wish me dead."
Saying this with a bit of confidence.
Anne couldn’t help but roll her eyes a third time.
"What if I do?"
Zhou Mo Sen cheerfully replied, "Don’t you want to hear the story’s continuation?"
This... Anne’s thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Actually, she didn’t want anything to happen to Zhou Mo Sen.
It was just her being snarky, and she did really want to hear the continuation of "Dusk."
No, to be precise, she very much wanted to hear it!
Lately, during filming, Anne hadn’t been in the mood.
Always thinking about the story of "Dusk."
You know, lately, Anne has mainly been filming Disney movies.
Not that Disney movies are bad, but plot-wise, they are a bit juvenile.
Anne didn’t really want to play a princess.
She wanted to be more like Isabella.
Get close to the dangerous Edward, who was full of wild charm.
And she was quite certain.
Isabella also wanted to become that wondrous creature.
It should be said, Anne indeed achieved the first step of writing a book.
By immersing herself well into the storylines.
However, the upcoming plot... became increasingly urgent.
Zhou Mo Sen saw Anne in a daze and he smiled.
"Come on, let’s eat."
He said, pulling Anne’s hand.
Anne struggled but found something odd.
"Aren’t you going to eat? Why head into the apartment?"
Yes, they should find a restaurant instead.
But Zhou Mo Sen held her tightly, "Did you forget the breakfast I made?"
Oh, he wanted to showcase his cooking skills?
Anne was inexplicably a bit expectant, but she wouldn’t say it.
"It’s terrible!" And she had to say the opposite.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t care at all, just smiling.
They quickly arrived at the elevator.
"Been waiting eagerly?"
"No."
Anne’s denial felt like she was in denial.
Zhou Mo Sen seemed to care little, chattering on.
"Vampires also have some recreational activities, wouldn’t you agree?"
"So... what do they enjoy?"
"Edward’s family, they’re vegetarians, considered quite good among vampires, but if they don’t entertain themselves, they would be really bored.
So, Isabella..."
The elevator arrived, and Anne pulled Zhou Mo Sen in decisively.
"You’re in a hurry?"
"Well, you came first; our agreed time wasn’t now."
"Yes, I came early."
"So, it’s your fault."
"I’m in a good mood, updating early, is that wrong?"
"You..."
As the elevator doors closed, Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but hold Anne in his arms.
Anne’s tall body trembled slightly.
If it were someone else, they might think she was scared.
But only she knew.
It was excitement, it was anticipation, it was...
I’m just curious about the plot of this "Dusk" novel.
Zhou Mo Sen gently kissed Anne’s nape.
Her neck was long, making one want to kiss it.
Perhaps, this was the joy of a vampire.
Of course, Zhou Mo Sen didn’t forget to narrate the novel’s content.
"They play baseball."
"Baseball?"
"Yes, a group of vampires playing baseball also fascinated Isabella."
"Then..."
"You know how to play baseball, right?"
"Of course."
"So, which base are we on now?"
"You, you rascal... you... hmm~"
Ding-dong, the elevator opened.
The two kissed again, and then Anne carried him through the doors.
Fortunately, this time Anne opened the door smoothly.
What came next was the test of Anne’s bed...