Chapitre 128: Chapter 128: The Second Time
[Chapter 128: The Second Time]
Eric curiously turned his head to look back for a moment. "There's only two cars, huh? That silver Honda and a black one -- must be a Chrysler, right?"
"Heh, so if you had driven my car away just now, you guys would be waiting for tomorrow's newspaper," Kepler replied as he studied the cars more closely.
"You mean..." Eric peered back again, finally spotting a sporadically appearing black sedan. "That black Mercedes? A paparazzo driving a Benz? That's a bit too extravagant, isn't it?"
"That's the one," Kepler laughed, then curiously asked, "Is a Mercedes really that fancy? I mean, I thought that car was only, like, thirty grand?"
"Uh, I might've been mistaken," Eric admitted somewhat sheepishly. He had instinctively linked seeing a Mercedes to those extravagant luxury cars that cost over a hundred grand, a big deal considering he could only afford a Volkswagen in his previous life.
Kepler didn't press further, skillfully turning onto Sunset Boulevard, weaving through the still-bustling streets of Los Angeles at midnight. The detours nearly gave Eric a headache, but when he finally got his bearings, the car was back on Sunset Boulevard.
"All done. Now let's hope there aren't any paparazzi waiting at your doorstep," Kepler said.
"Kepler, I have a back entrance," Eric replied.
Kepler glanced at Eric through the rearview mirror, not hiding his disdain, and in Virginia's light laughter, Eric raised his hand. "Alright, I won't say anything."
The car stopped in front of Eric's mansion, and throughout the ride, neither he nor Virginia showed their faces. Kepler took Eric's key and opened the door, driving straight into the yard.
"There are paparazzi cars parked on both sides of your door, Eric. You might want to be careful when Virginia leaves tomorrow. Try not to get photographed," Kepler warned.
"Don't worry, I know how to handle it." Eric took Virginia's small hand. "Kepler, want to come in for a bit?"
Kepler shrugged. "As much as I'd hate to be a third wheel, I need to stick around for at least ten minutes before I can leave. Otherwise, I shouldn't have driven in."
"Got it, let's grab a coffee then." The three of them walked toward the villa, and the lights in the living room were on. Eric explained, "Drew's been home these days."
...
She had taken time off for the Oscars, thinking Eric would take her down the red carpet, but since it turned out to be Virginia, she had been throwing little tantrums here and there these past few days.
They pushed open the door to the living room and saw the TV on but turned low. A petite figure curled up on the sofa. Eric approached and gently nudged Drew, who was hugging a cushion. "Drew, wake up, time to head upstairs."
After nudging her a few times, she finally stirred, sleepily mumbling, "Ugh... Eric, don't mess with me, I'm so sleepy!"
Uh...
Feeling somewhat guilty, Eric glanced back at the two, who had gone stiff in surprise. "I swear, I absolutely didn't do anything out of line!"
That explanation sounded weak and unconvincing, as both Kepler and Virginia clearly didn't buy it.
"Too hasty, huh..." Virginia muttered.
"Don't forget about safety measures..." Kepler maintained his role as a professional, always thinking about his client.
Facing the skeptical glances from both, Eric let his shoulders drop, feeling defeated. "Alright, I won't explain myself anymore. Why should I? Vicky, the coffee's in the kitchen; can you entertain Kepler for a bit? I'll take Drew to her room."
After saying that, Eric pulled the cushion from Drew's grip, scooped up the girl, and carried her towards the stairs. He placed her gently on the big bed in her room, tucked her in carefully, and then closed the door behind him.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Drew's eyes flew open. She peeked at the door, silently cheering, then kicked off her thin covering and started rolling around on the bed. "Haha, that's what you get for not taking me to the Oscars!"
Suddenly--
The bedroom door swung open, and Eric leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "I knew it, you little rascal! You're not scared I'd end up in jail and you'd be out on the streets?"
Drew froze for a second but quickly dashed to the edge of the bed to pull up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, wrapping it around herself with a muffled, "This time I'm really going to sleep."
"Drew, Virginia's going to stay over tonight. Don't cause any trouble."
She peeked out from beneath the blanket, her bright eyes showing. "Can I watch?"
"NC-17, not for anyone under 18."
"I can sneak a peek."
Eric raised his voice a notch. "Drew, I'm serious."
"Fine, fine, I won't watch," she said, pulling the blanket over her head. She turned away from Eric, dramatically like a wife throwing a fit at her husband.
Eric watched her amusing antics in silence, and after a moment, he walked away, closing the bedroom door behind him.
...
Kepler left after finishing a cup of coffee, and after a round of affectionate kisses, Eric carried Virginia into his own room, placing her on the bed. Under Virginia's puzzled gaze, Eric thoroughly checked every corner of the bedroom to feel assured before locking the door and turning off the lights.
In the dark, Virginia said in a hesitant tone, "Should we... take a shower first?"
Eric groaned heavily, his hands never stopping. "It's late; we can take a shower afterward."
...
After flopping around for an unknown amount of time, Drew's bedroom door was quietly opened, and the girl tiptoed barefoot through the dark hallway, pressing her ear against Eric's bedroom door.
After eavesdropping for a full five minutes, she boredly stood up, pouting in dissatisfaction as she retreated to her own room, muttering, "How loud can they be? Really getting wild."
Back on her big bed, she rolled around, feeling more spirited as the night deepened. The thoughts of what she overheard echoed in her mind, and before she realized it, the hem of her pink nightgown had slipped off, and shortly after that, a pair of white panties floated out from under the covers, creating irregular movements beneath the lightweight blanket.
...
For some reason, today she woke up especially early -- well, not that early, it was already nine o'clock. But for Drew, who often slept until noon, this was truly early.
Dressed and brushing her teeth, she glanced at the mirror.
Oh no, dark circles! Ugh... all because of those two annoying fools. She brushed her teeth begrudgingly and stepped out of her room. The villa was remarkably quiet. The other two clearly hadn't gotten up; perhaps they had indeed partied too late last night.
Drew grumbled internally about the couple.
She felt a strong urge to barge into Eric's room and wake them up but thought better of it. Rarely did she get to sleep in; she couldn't waste the opportunity.
Slipping on her fluffy slippers, she went downstairs and made herself a small pot of milk and cereal. She poured a spoonful, blew on it, tasted it, and thought, "Hmm, a bit sweet, but not bad."
After pouring herself a small bowl, she took out some bread from the toaster and walked towards the dining room.
While munching on some toasted bread smeared with jam, her cheeks stuffed, she sipped the cereal and heard a noise coming from the living room.
Oh? A sound!
Almost forgetting her bowl, Drew hurried out of the dining room holding it close.
Aniston, looking exhausted and dragging a red suitcase, was surveying her surroundings. When she spotted Drew at the dining room entrance, her initially curious expression quickly faded.
"Where's Eric?" the young woman asked with what felt like entitlement, her tone like that of a mistress inquiring a maid. Normally, Drew would've snapped back, but not now...
Holding her bowl to hide her face, Drew peered at Aniston with her bright eyes and dramatically pointed upstairs. "Upstairs, take a left, second room on the south side."
Aniston noticed something was off and gave Drew a suspicious glance but ultimately set down her suitcase and headed upstairs.
Drew held her bowl to cover her almost-splitting grin, her eyes following Aniston's figure until she vanished around the corner of the stairs, at which point she couldn't help but bounce a little and pirouette on her toes.
"Eric, you can't blame me for this!"
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