Chương 221: Chapter 221: Sharp High Heels
[Chapter 221: The Chair Tap]
Eric immediately rejected without a second thought, "That's even less likely, Liz. Even with the same script, different directors present those stories in completely different styles. So I said there's potential, but the director you're looking at just doesn't have the chops. If it flops, my reputation is the one at stake."
Elisabeth grabbed Eric's shirt, insisting, "What if we co-produce it? You could be the producer, right? That way, you can personally oversee the quality of the film."
"If I announce that I'm co-producing a movie, not just the second and third-tier companies, even the big studios will come rushing in, and their offers will be much better than yours. So, give me a reason to collaborate with you."
"You..." Elisabeth fell speechless for a moment, glaring at Eric before she clenched her teeth and said, "You uncouth jerk."
"Wow, someone's upset," Eric chuckled as he stood up, then leaned over the bench toward her. Noticing her instinctively retreating, he said softly, "So, little lady, since your dad doesn't want you to take over the family business, why don't you enjoy the life of a wealthy heiress instead? Just find a good man to marry. It sounds perfect."
Having spent some time together, Elisabeth had already developed feelings for Eric. As he suddenly moved so close to her, she caught a whiff of his light, faintly pleasant smoke scent. Unprepared for this closeness, her thoughts spiraled, and she felt her cheeks warm with a flush.
Bathed in the soft glow of the manor's streetlights, Elisabeth looked even more radiant. The atmosphere between them shifted to something more intoxicating.
Perhaps it was the charged atmosphere that drove Eric, who had no prior intentions, to lean in closer once more. He caught the alluring scent that surrounded her and softly pressed his lips against hers.
Elisabeth's eyes widened in shock at Eric's sudden boldness. She wanted to push him away, but instead, a jolt of electricity coursed through her, leaving her weak, unable to lift even a finger.
Feeling her lips tremble like the wings of a startled butterfly, Eric finally became aware of his own audacity. But since he had already crossed that line, he pressed his lips against hers a bit more before he pulled away. Noticing the moisture linger at the corner of her mouth, he reached out with his index finger to wipe it away and said, "Sorry, Liz, I didn't mean to."
In those few seconds, Elisabeth felt as if she had floated away to another realm, her vision consumed entirely by Eric's face as she felt his lips on hers and his rough fingertips brushing against her.
This feeling... well, it was undeniably nice.
Then he spoke. What was it? Oh, he said he didn't mean it!
Didn't mean it!!!
Realizing this, her eyes blinked rapidly, confirming she hadn't misheard.
How could he say that? It was so shameless.
In an instant, a spark ignited in her heart, dissipating her common sense.
While Eric still lingered closely, Elisabeth glanced around, searching for something -- anything -- to defend herself. Finding nothing, she instinctively raised her leg and kicked Eric with her sharp high heel.
"Ah!"
Amidst the cries of pain, Elisabeth turned on her heel, storming away without glancing back.
...
When two security guards from the manor arrived, all they saw was Eric sitting on a bench, rolling up his pant leg to rub at his calf.
Recognizing him quickly, they relaxed and slid their nightsticks back into their belts, asking, "Mr. Williams, what just happened?"
Eric chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head. "Nothing, just a little accident."
One guard caught sight of the distinct bruise on Eric's leg and asked with concern, "Mr. Williams, do you need help getting inside to rest?"
"No, no, I'm fine. I just need a moment; I can walk back myself."
The older guard sensed Eric didn't want to disclose his embarrassing situation, but noticing the injury on his leg, he added, "Mr. Williams, we have a first-aid kit in our break room. Would you like to use it?"
"Oh, thank you," Eric nodded appreciatively, a smile on his face.
...
Meanwhile, Elisabeth didn't return to the party hall. Instead, she went back to her bedroom, took off her evening gown, and jumped into the bathroom for a shower. Even after coming out, she couldn't settle her restless mind. Although she kicked Eric in the garden, by the time she reached her bedroom, her anger had almost faded, leaving her in a state of mixed feelings.
After pacing around irritatedly, throwing a few cushions, and taking numerous deep breaths without relief, she flopped onto the bed, covers her head with a pillow, and vented with muffled cries. After a moment of silence, she snatched the phone from the bedside table, hugging it close and dialing a series of numbers.
...
Just having entered the downtown area, Julia heard her mobile ringing. She pulled over and answered it, placing the phone to her ear.
Immediately, she heard a small, whining voice on the other end: "Julia, he kissed me."
Julia didn't need to think twice to know who Elisabeth meant by "he."
Despite feeling like an inhibited little quail around Eric since the drunken truth-telling incident, Julia's personality hadn't changed. Upon hearing Elisabeth's words, she raised an eyebrow, surprisingly not jealous, and teased, "Liz, that was just to discuss the script, right? You're really going for it! So, did he kiss you? Did he agree?"
Elisabeth replied in a deflated tone, "No." Then she recounted the events, leaving out many details.
Julia listened patiently as Elisabeth poured her heart out, offering light comfort before hanging up. As she started the car and got back on the road, she glanced at Drew, who had been listening intently, a curious expression on her face. Julia pouted in annoyance, "That little daddy of yours is terrible. He kissed Liz but won't even hand over the script."
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