Capítulo 72: Midnight female voice
When Hugo was at the second-hand furniture market, he didn't think he bought much. But when Hugo got back, he realized that there were piles of things everywhere. In addition to the things in the living room, Hugo's room now had a wardrobe, a desk, a sofa, a guitar, a storage cabinet, and a shoe rack.
Hugo cleaned all the furniture, then unpacked the moving boxes, and put everything in the appropriate place one by one. In the blink of an eye, it was already past midnight. Looking at the messy boxes in the room, Hugo stretched lazily. It was impossible to finish everything tonight. At least one more day was needed. So Hugo decided to take a shower and rest.
After Hugo finished showering and walked towards the kitchen, wanting to find some water to drink, he heard a knocking on the door as he passed the front door. Hugo's footsteps stopped, but then there was no sound. Hugo suspected that he had misheard it.
After pouring a glass of water in the kitchen, Hugo finally felt comfortable. But then there was another knocking on the door in the hall. This time, it was obviously louder than the first time, and there was even some echo. Hugo walked out, frowned, and looked at the front door. He had just moved here and didn't know how safe the neighborhood was. Who would come knocking at the door in the middle of the night?
After the knocking stopped for a while, it rang again. This time, a hoarse female voice shouted, "Hugo! Hugo Lancaster!" Although the voice was still a little suppressed, it could be heard that the woman seemed a little impatient. If he didn't open the door soon, the other party would probably start shouting.
A woman? And one who knew that he lived here? Hugo thought carefully and quickly found the answer. He had few friends in Los Angeles, and none of his previous friends had come to claim anything. The only one who knew he had moved was Uma Thurman.
Hugo quickly confirmed it after opening the door. Uma was wrapped in a beige long coat, carrying a plastic bag with the faint aroma of fried chicken. Her curly long hair was draped over her shoulders, exuding infinite charm. However, her expression at the moment was not good. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly tangled together, staring at Hugo with an angry expression.
Hugo knew that he must have been too late to open the door. He had just finished taking a shower. Who knew if Uma had been waiting outside for a long time? Hugo once again felt the inconvenience of not having a phone. If he had a phone, Uma could have called in advance, and there would be no such embarrassment now. But there were no ifs.
So Hugo put down his towel in his right hand and showed an apologetic smile. "How long have you been waiting outside? Sorry, I just finished organizing things and then took a shower." But after speaking, he found that Uma still hadn't answered. Hugo realized that he had still left Uma standing at the door, which was not a gentlemanly act.
Upon thinking this, Hugo quickly moved aside and politely said, "Please come in."
Uma took a step into the room and looked at the simple and plain living room. She could clearly see the bachelor's vibe spreading in every corner. Uma had already heard Hugo's explanation earlier and knew that she had wanted to create a surprise, but had ignored reality. This was not a movie, and surprises often turned into disasters in real life. She had stood at the door for at least ten minutes, and even though it was already March, Los Angeles was still chilly at night, which almost made Uma lose her temper.
Finally, Uma snapped out of it, and her face had softened a bit. She lifted the plastic bag in her right hand and said, "Supper. I thought you would be cleaning up the house even later, but it seems I miscalculated."
Looking at the plastic bag in Uma's hand, the aroma of fried chicken grew stronger, and Hugo couldn't help but laugh, "Can I understand that you are taking the initiative now?"
Hugo had only met Uma this afternoon, and now she came knocking on his door at night. The signal was too obvious, but Hugo obviously didn't react. He remembered that his previous self had pursued Uma, but she had never given in. Now it seemed like the roles had reversed.
Uma looked at the warm smile on Hugo's face, and her lips involuntarily curved upwards. "You're good at playing hard to get. It's clear that you often pursue women. I want to verify for myself if you are sincere or fake."
Although Uma didn't want to admit it, the fact was that Hugo's tactics worked. He had been attentive to her in January, almost appearing at fixed times every day, but disappeared after the Golden Raspberry Awards. Uma thought that Hugo was embarrassed and didn't want to show his face, so she gave him some time. But unexpectedly, Hugo disappeared altogether, even after the filming of "Scent of a Woman" in New York. This piqued Uma's curiosity.
The kiss they shared after their reunion was actually Uma's revenge on Hugo. She wanted to see how he would react to her taking the initiative. However, unexpectedly, Hugo's gentlemanly yet humorous, polite yet dominant behavior impressed Uma. After the premiere of "Last Analysis", Hugo disappeared again.
If all of this was Hugo's doing, Uma not only had to admire his superb tactics but also admit that her curiosity had truly been piqued.
This afternoon's unexpected encounter made Uma truly realize Hugo's charm, the kind of charm that could make her heart flutter. Looking back at the changes in Hugo over the past two months, his embarrassing moment at the Golden Raspberry Awards made him appear even more sincere. "Scent of a Woman" opened up a new beginning for him as an actor - although the outcome was still unknown, it was at least a start. The subsequent premiere showed off his masculine charm, and later Uma heard that Hugo had entered the final round of auditions for another major production. Hugo now seemed to be in a position of rising from the ashes, not to mention his gentle and radiant smile was much better than before.
In Uma's memory, Hugo was handsome but somewhat frivolous and greasy, and his overall demeanor exuded a kind of decadence. But now, while his appearance remained the same, there had been a dramatic change in his demeanor, easily conveying a warm and gentle atmosphere.
This kind of Hugo had a fatal attraction to Uma, so she appeared here, now past midnight.
Faced with Uma's challenge, Hugo didn't know how to respond. He couldn't say that his teasing was just a ploy, but rather that his soul had undergone a change, which led to his transformation. So Hugo could only smile broadly and ask, "And what is the result of your proof now?"
Uma took a small step forward, her entire body only a fist's distance away from Hugo. She looked up at this towering man and said, "I need more evidence." Uma raised her idle left hand and placed it on Hugo's chest, not pressing down, but using the warmth of her palm to gently move over his bare chest.
Hugo had just finished showering and there were still some water droplets on his body. His smooth, wheat-colored skin shimmered beautifully in the dim light, and his firm and well-proportioned muscles undulated under Uma's palm. Although the two did not have any actual physical contact, Hugo's breathing unconsciously began to accelerate, and the heat in his breath made his throat, which had just become moist, feel dry again.
Hugo could feel his heart beating faster. This feeling was not unfamiliar - it was the pulse that beat for a woman, reminding him of his confused emotions at the moment. He wanted to suppress this feeling and tell himself that it was just the thoughts of his past self playing tricks on him, but his almost smoking-dry throat showed that his body and mind were two completely different beasts.
Uma could clearly feel the changes in Hugo's body. She loosened her grip on the plastic bag in her right hand, letting it fall to the ground with a muffled thud. Then, standing on tiptoe, she blew gently into Hugo's ear and asked, "Could it be that you really can't handle it?" Her slightly teasing tone, with a hint of challenge, reminded Hugo of the meaningful look she had given him at the premiere.
Hugo had intended to push Uma away, as he didn't think his heart palpitations were a normal response. But hearing Uma's words, no man could accept such a challenge from a woman, especially in such an ambiguous moment. Midnight, moonlight like water, man and woman alone, skin to skin...
Hugo lowered his head slightly and whispered in Uma's ear, "You know, men can never resist a challenge." His warm breath made Uma's ears instantly turn red, and her previously calm breathing became chaotic.
Uma couldn't resist any longer and touched Hugo's chest with both hands. She then pressed her whole body against his, softness and hardness tightly intertwined. The warmth emanating from Hugo's solid chest warmed Uma's cold hands on this chilly March night. It seemed as if flames were slowly igniting between their skin as they touched.
Hugo couldn't help but swallow his saliva to relieve his dry throat, but Uma raised her head and looked at his gentle jawline before planting a kiss on his neck.
The touch of a kiss burnt away all their rationality, and Hugo tightly hugged Uma, burying his head in her shoulder and breathing in her seductive scent. He then lifted Uma up and quickly strode into his room, slamming the door shut with his heel.
Their bodies intertwined, their breaths shallow and their moans low, they spent a night of passion. The spring colors overflowing in the room could not be contained, and a red apricot blossom bloomed over the wall.
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