Hollywood Domination Chapter 188: Reconciliation

Maybe because she has always paid attention to exercise, Jenny seldom gets sick before and after crossing, but she has taken care of some cold patients, and Cesare is one of the quieter ones. What he seems to need is a comfortable environment and a lot of hot water , rather than the glucose infusion that was purely deceptive, and he recovered quite quickly. After sleeping for eight hours, Cesare was woken up and had dinner. His body temperature had dropped a lot. Jim spent the night in his room. He recovered his appetite the next morning and claimed that he had He recovered and could go back to work—it took a while for the team to convince him, Cesare fell asleep shortly after going to bed, and when Jenny came to visit again after class, he was still awake.

"Go and have dinner with Nicholas," she assured Mary. "If he needs anything else, I can call Jim."

It’s not Mary’s job to take care of Cesare, she agreed without any burden, and Jenny made dinner for herself, and forcibly resisted her urge to steal chicken soup to eat a bowl of noodles (Jim sincerely made it for Cesare, he The cooking skills are really good, at least much better than Mary), and I still ate the old three articles-organic vegetable, fruit and seafood salad and half a slice of bread. She waited until seven o'clock in the evening and didn't hear any movement upstairs, so she heated up the chicken soup, brought it up and knocked on the door.

"I'm coming in," she said, and pushed the door open-just in time to see Cesare close the notebook and put it aside. "—You are not an honest patient, are you, Cesare?"

Cesare seems to be much better, his nose is a bit broken, but not red, and his hair is obviously combed, he seems to have taken a bath, the last time Jenny saw him, he hadn't changed into pajamas —As expected, his pajamas appear to have been ironed, and even though they may have been worn for some time, they still appear to be creased and smooth.

"I was just checking email," he said, much less nasally, but still there.

"Okay." Jenny said in a forgiving tone. Cesare's eyes narrowed, "I'm not lying - I'm fine."

Judging from his somewhat unhappy tone, maybe he has recovered a lot, but there is definitely still some distance from a complete recovery.

"Okay." Jenny wanted to laugh again, she bit the inside of her cheek, and replied calmly, "But it's already night, after leaving you for more than 20 hours, the earth doesn't seem to stop, So why not rest a few more nights—chicken soup?”

Cesare accepted the offer of reconciliation graciously, reaching for the soup bowl. Jenny turned up the room temperature for him, which seemed to her a little too low for the patient.

"Thank you," Cesare said.

He chose to speak when she turned around, and Jenny paused, she wasn't sure if it was his intention—

"You don't think I'm infringing on your personal space." She finally decided to turn around nonchalantly, but reduced eye contact, "Need bread?"

"Take a slice," Cesare said, blowing his nose.

Jenny handed him a piece of bread, hugged the laptop, and found a place on the carpet beside the bed, "Call me when you're done eating."

She was browsing the gossip web pages endlessly, wondering if the media had photographed her driving to Cesare's house. According to her feeling, it seemed that she hadn't, but it's hard to guarantee that some paparazzi's stalking skills are superb...

"I think I still owe you an apology," Cesare said, and Jenny heard the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl. "I have to admit that I'm a little... not good at controlling my emotions in a non-healthy state. If I behave abnormally that day, I hope you don't mind."

"Hey, never mind," Jenny said, "Actually, you're right—I do act like a self-centered bitch—in a way, you're right."

She didn't want to make the atmosphere too serious, "However, you don't like to admit that you are sick, is it because of your characteristic of being 'not good at controlling emotions'? Have you always been like this?"

Cesare was silent for a moment.

"It's kind of like that," he finally admits, "normally, I handle business professionally, and I'm an agent, and it's kind of my job to deal with celebrity shit—they're bothering with that shit. You, to show that they trust you. But sometimes, when self-control is not so strong, your true thoughts will come to the fore, and even rebound stronger than they should.”

He should indeed still be sick, because Cesare's tone was very relaxed, even showing a little emotion, he said with a laughing voice, "You will want to say 'Go to hell, stop being crazy about these little things , don't you know how lucky you are? No one cares about the **** news except the freak media, and their even more freak audiences, stop being a kid now' - and I'm not talking about you. "

Jennie smiled too, "Thank you, but I still have a fever on my face-but it's good to know that I'm not the only star who is so childish."

"You're not," Cesare said, his tone becoming serious. "You're a good client—did you know that, Jennifer?"

He took out a piece of paper and blew his nose, and Jenny questioned, 'Huh? ’ with a sound.

Cesare whispered, "Sometimes I'm really proud of you."

Jenny choked for a while, and then said, "Oh, when you get better—Cesare, when you get better, you will hate yourself to death."

"Will it?" Cesare was a little confused, and Jenny bit her cheek hard to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

"Yes," she replied, "but you can say more if you want—I'm not going to laugh at you."

"Say what?" Cesare blew his nose again, and he became confused after eating.

"I don't know," shrugged Jenny, "tell me why you're so disgusted with the idea of ​​being sick—did you know that overdosing on antibiotics could ruin your health? What if one day you get injured and get an infection? ? If all the antibiotics are useless for you, maybe you just died like this."

"I know." Cesare admitted honestly, and he put the bowl next to the bed - Jenny peeked at it, and Cesare had already slid off the back of the bed. "But I don't like feeling sick."

"Why?" Jenny asked, she still didn't straighten up, or turn her head formally.

"Illness makes you feel vulnerable." Cesare replied, he stretched out his hand and scratched his neat blond hair, "and I hate this feeling."

Jenny suddenly felt a pang of guilt: Cesare's dislike of vulnerability made sense, because she seemed to be using his vulnerability to pry* now.

"We all don't like vulnerability," she said, taking the lead, "but that doesn't mean you can deny it—didn't you always teach me that? The best way to deal with vulnerability is to face it, Beat it."

"That's right, that's what I taught you." Cesare sniffled, as if feeling sleepy.

Jennie was not talking, she wanted to give Cesare some time to sleep well before leaving, but after a while, Cesare spoke again.

"Jefferson?" he said in a daze, "are you still there?"

"I'm here," Jenny said.

"I'll tell you one thing about me—" Strangely enough, Cesare sounded sober now, very close to his normal self, "Maybe this will make me regret it a few days later ——But anyway, I decided to tell you now, but you have to make sure that you can't comment on it in a 'cookie' way, and we can't talk about it afterwards-in fact, we don't talk about it at all."

Jenny was almost killed by curiosity and tortured by guilt at the same time - but in the end, it was Cesare's own decision, wasn't it?

"Okay." She said, "Never talk about it, just talk about it."

"My relationship with my parents is very estranged," Cesare said, "I think you can see it, or Lilian told you-what you may not know is that this estrangement did not occur when I was an adult. It happened later, not even after I have a certain amount of memory. My parents were young when they had me, they divorced very early, and I didn’t have the usual loving and loving grandparents. In an ongoing romantic relationship, it's pretty much the same on the other side."

He cleared his throat, "Both my parents have new families now, and they are very good to their children-they are not bad people, there are always some parents in this world who don't love their children, It just so happens that I'm one of those samples in the data — the timing is just never right, never right."

Jenny said, "Yes, I understand."

"So, naturally, I grew up in a boarding school," Cesare said. Surprised at how broken my family is - most of the time I enjoyed my school life, I was very happy with my life, but the only thing I didn't like was-"

"When you're sick," Jenny said.

"Yes." Cesare agreed. "The only time you can't take care of yourself is when you're sick, you feel uncontrollably vulnerable, longing, envious of stupid 'white fences and dogs' on TV shows - but all you can do is go to the infirmary and get help, Then listen to your housekeeper outside the door calling your guardians in turn, begging them to come and visit you. In theory, my guardian is my father, but he is often out of the country, my mother and grandparents have their own Thing - my housekeeper is very nice, sometimes if she is not so busy, she will take me back to her house to take care of me, or bring me some hot soup that she made, I can see it on her face What she wants to say - she thinks I'm very pitiful."

"And you don't like others to think you are pitiful." Jenny also cleared her throat.

"Yes, of course I don't like being pitied," Cesare said, "so I don't like being sick—it's a problem I should fix, but for some reason, whenever I start getting sick, I'm very It's hard to get rid of this emotion."

He took a breath and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Now, I know it's pretentious - rich boy and his broken family, **** trust fund, my grandfather gave me almost all of his fortune, And I'm still complaining that he doesn't care enough about me, etc. You must have been through tougher times, I'm just making excuses for being rude to you, bullying you to forgive me with ridiculous little stories - what power do you have to I'm angry that you've been an excellent and professional client, making the most money with the least amount of trouble, but I didn't treat you the best—"

"I don't think it's pretentious or cliché." Jenny interrupted him, "I think—I think I can understand, really, Chesa, I can understand."

She paused, feeling a little too tense, "But we agreed not to talk about it—so let's talk about something else."

"About what?" Cesare asked curiously.

"How about talking about your average sleep time recently," Jenny said, "and when was the last time you worked out."

"About five hours." Cesare said confusedly, "Fitness... I don't remember, is there any problem?"

"Of course there is a problem." Jenny said sincerely, "I know you have been working overtime, taking care of CAA and big dreams-you said you didn't treat me the best, but I didn't treat you the best, cut Saray, you are a trustworthy agent, partner, you are so reliable and capable, so I have developed a habit of throwing everything to you, you have done a lot of work that should be done by me, and I did not even Say thank you. I'm sorry Chesa, you're actually right that I've been relying too much on you - maybe as an agent, that's your responsibility, but as a partner, it's not like that, isn't it ? I forgot you need support too."

She said, "I'll make myself useful as soon as possible, Big Dream is the company of the two of us, right? I'll help you share it, i'hyourback."

Cesare laughed hoarsely.

"Yes." He said, "Okay, I look forward to that day."

Jenny also laughed, "Honestly, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"Huh?" Cesare murmured in a guttural voice.

"You really don't have any friends?" said Jenny, "like me and Lillian—oh, shit, so I seem to have only one friend—"

Cesare's breathing seemed to be a little low, and her voice also became quieter. Jenny carefully raised her head and turned around to take a look.

As she expected, under the messy blond hair, Cesare's eyelashes were pressed against his cheek, and a tissue was blown by his breath, stirring his jaw—he fell asleep again.