C4 Wonderful

"Zillah, you haven't been here in a long time. Is something the matter?"

A cup of coffee was handed to her from the side. A man in a light gray sports suit stood up and followed Zillah's gaze out the window with a faint smile. "What are you looking at?"

The studio was on the upper floor of a building in the suburbs. It was a rare sight in the center of the city, but Zillah must have been used to it by now.

The corner of Zillah's mouth revealed a smile. She took a sip of coffee and said, "I met a person."

The smile was very different from the one Zillah usually put on, which was obvious to Bernon, who knew Zillah well. He was surprised."

Zillah turned around and returned to her seat on the sofa. She gave off a lazy aura from the inside out, and a ray of sunlight shone on the ends of her hair. It would not be too much to say that a goddess had descended to the mortal world."

Even though the two of them had known each other for many years and were already very familiar with each other, this did not mean that Bernon could sit still when faced with Zillah's beauty. Not to mention, in Bernon's heart, the two of them relied on each other, and they had a deeper friendship than ordinary people. He lifted his foot and sat down beside Zillah. His body leaned sideways, and their shoulders touched. Bernon secretly raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Who is it?"

Zillah glanced at Bernon, then suddenly leaned forward and touched his chest with her hand. Under his surprised gaze, she said, "He's a man more useful than you. You don't need to know who he is."

Again, every time Bernon felt that he was one step closer to Zillah, she would immediately wake him up. He mocked himself in his heart and said coldly, "He will never be more valuable to you than I am. No one else will be more valuable to you than I am."

Zillah smiled and got up from the other party's chest. "Then do what I told you not to do. I've said it before. Whoever gets in my way, don't blame me for not caring about old friendships. Similarly, I will remember those who helped me. I'll be leaving first. I'll send you the drawing in three days. "

Zillah did not go anywhere after leaving the studio. She spent the rest of the time in the dormitory except for classes. Even when she ate, she asked her roommates to bring it back for her. At seven o'clock on the morning of the third day, when everyone was out for breakfast, Zillah stood on the balcony of the dormitory and dialed the phone she had prepared.

The phone went through quickly, but there was no response from the other end. Zillah smiled. Novello, your prey is here.

No matter what her expression was, Zillah's voice was as soft as ever. In the silence, she was the first to speak, "Is that Mr. Edwards?"

"Oh? You are?"

Men were all pretentious criminals.

"I'm Zillah. Do you remember me?"

A light laugh was heard and the man's voice became gentle, "It's Zillah. What's the matter?" If she didn't know who this man was, she would really think that he was a gentleman. Zillah felt even more interested, "I want to meet you, is that okay?"

"It's my honor. Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Is that okay?"

"Of course you can. At six o'clock in the afternoon, at the side door of Luzeris, there is a gray Bentley. We can talk while eating." The gentleness just now was just on the surface. Power was the man's nature, but Zillah didn't have to worry about it and agreed. The phone call was cut off before it even ended. Looking at the quiet phone, Zillah's eyes turned cold. "I'll play with you. You'll let me get something, right?"

At 5: 50, Zillah was waiting at the intersection. She was not dressed up for class. She was wearing the T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes that she usually wore for class. The only difference was that she did not have a ponytail today. Instead, she let her hair fall behind her back. The breeze made her look even more disheveled and beautiful. At six o'clock sharp, a Bentley arrived on time. Zillah did not mind the arrival of the other party. She took two steps forward and was struggling to find the words when she saw the window roll down. She bent down slightly and looked into Novello's eyes on the other side. He was hiding in the dark and could not see the emotions in his eyes for a moment. He could only hear her voice, "Why aren't you coming up?"

Zillah nodded in a daze. She opened the door cautiously and got into the car, but as soon as she sat down, the car started and drove away. She leaned against the side of the car door, far away from the other party, but she could feel the other party's substantial gaze, which made her feel even more uneasy. Her nervous breathing gradually became more obvious in the quiet car, and this time, the other party spoke first. "I thought you wouldn't let me pick you up at the school gate."

Hearing this, Zillah looked up in confusion. Novello saw the confusion in the other party's eyes and raised his hand to lift the screen. When Zillah saw this, she seemed to remember the last time she was in the car. Her confusion was mixed with fear, and Novello was interested. He reached out and pulled the other party into his arms. "What's wrong? Don't you know what I meant when I said I wanted you to come to me? And you want me to come and pick you up? Aren't you afraid that your classmates will see? "

Zillah sat cautiously in the other party's arms. When she heard this, she asked timidly, "Yes, is it Mr. Edwards who wants to chase me?"

Novello was stunned and laughed out loud. When he first heard that the other party wanted him to come and pick her up, he was a little unhappy. He felt that Zillah was the same as those women. After knowing his identity, she wanted to make a fuss in front of the public. However, due to the fact that he had yet to eat this piece of meat that might be very delicious, it was not like he could not come and pick her up. Now it seemed that this girl was really stupid, so stupid that she thought it was a normal pursuit, "That's right, Mr. Edwards is chasing you. Will you agree?"

Zillah pursed her lips, as if shyly lowering her head to poke at his shoulder. Her voice was sweet, but her eyes, which were not in front of others, were calm. "Why does Mr. Edwards like me? I, I am just an ordinary person. I don't deserve it."

He didn't deserve to be a serious girlfriend, but Novello stroked her silky hair lovingly, his eyes as calm as ever. "Of course you do. I've never seen a girl as beautiful as Zillah." This sentence was half true and half false, but when it came out of her mouth, whether it was true or false would depend on whether the person who heard it believed it or not. At this moment, Zillah naturally showed that she believed it very much. She got up from Novello's shoulder and gently pushed his shoulder with her small hand. "Mr. Edwards, can you put me down first? I, I have to think about it."

Novello's gaze stopped on the bright red cherry lips the other party was biting. He couldn't help but think that if the other party's small mouth was holding her lower part, the taste would be wonderful. This made his patience multiply. He gently put the other party down, but his big hand fell on Zillah's leg. "Okay, let's go eat first."