Chapter 19 But You Already Have a Girlfriend

That conversation in the car in the afternoon.

Wendy thought Milo had really changed.

But in the evening, Milo drove out in his Ferrari.

When he said he was going to guide the acting of the actress who was auditioning today.

The fat man knew that this guy hadn’t changed.

At least one aspect has not changed! Santa Monica Boulevard, Beverly Hills.

Rebecca's Restaurant.

The melodious sound of violin echoed in the restaurant, and the guests maintained their manners and talked in low voices.

The candles burning in the olive-shaped glass jar make the dimly lit restaurant seem quite quiet.

Looking at the young and handsome man opposite her, Monica gracefully cut a piece of tender veal.

Put it into your mouth with a fork and chew it slowly, your lips moving up and down with the rhythm, which is very tempting in the slightly dim restaurant.

Soon, a hint of surprise flashed in her brown eyes: "I am really surprised that I can taste the authentic hometown flavor here. The taste of this veal is so authentic."

"The ingredients for Rebecca's restaurant are all flown in from Italy every day. So they must be ordered in advance. Although the food will still lose some of its flavor, with the chef's careful preparation, ordinary people will hardly notice the difference."

Milo smiled slightly, raised his spoon and took a sip of the soup.

"Indeed, tasting this delicious food reminds me of my university days in Perugia."

Monica closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, and as she swallowed the food, her fair neck kept rising and falling.

Just eating looks so tempting.

She is exactly thirty years old this year.

Orthodox Ansa women of her age tend to age very rapidly.

This is the case with Hollywood's famous "beautiful babe" Brooke Shields.

Before the age of 20, Brooke Shields was stunningly beautiful, and her beauty was called the eighth wonder of the world.

But now?

She was born in the same year as Monica, but the last time Milo saw her was at a party.

Even Milo, who was as lustful as before, no longer had the slightest interest in her.

She looks too old.

In comparison, women of other races age much more slowly.

The beauty in front of me should belong to the Mediterranean race within the white race.

If we break it down further, it’s the Atlantic-Mediterranean type.

He has black hair and brown eyes, and his skin is not as pale as the Germanic Ansatz in Western Europe, but it is more delicate.

The Latin-speaking people of the Roman Empire in history and the overseas "Da Qin" mentioned by the Celestial Empire are this kind of people.

"Sorry, it's so delicious. It reminded me of home and I got a little excited." She quickly came to her senses and said with a chuckle.

"It's okay. I understand. I will feel the same way if I stay in an unfamiliar environment for a long time."

Milo raised his glass and said, "Why don't you tell me about your hometown? I remember the file saying it's a small Italian town called Castello. I believe it must be very beautiful there, otherwise how could a beautiful woman like you appear there?"

"You're really good at talking." Monica chuckled with her hands covering her mouth, her eyes curved, and she seemed to enjoy it very much.

Women are still women after all.

Milo sipped his wine and watched as Monica's eyes flashed with amusement.

Although I am not sure whether the previous memories of my hometown are being performed.

But it should be true that I felt happy because of his praise just now.

The dinner ended in such a good atmosphere.

After coming out of the restaurant, the two of them took a walk on the street where there were much fewer people than during the day, while admiring the night view.

The temperature in Los Angeles at the end of August was very comfortable and pleasant.

"Los Angeles is a beautiful city, especially at night. When you stand on a high place and look down, the bright lights are so dazzling that it's easy to be mesmerized."

The two walked slowly on the street side by side, without much physical intimacy.

"That's true. Without so many tall buildings, it feels so vast when you look down from a high place... By the way, why doesn't Los Angeles have so many tall buildings like other cities?"

Monica asked curiously.

"Because Los Angeles is located in the Pacific Rim seismic belt, which is an earthquake-prone area, it doesn't have many tall buildings like other cities." Milo shrugged.

"Oh~" She nodded as if she suddenly realized something, and looked a little cute.

"Actually, relatively speaking, the environment and climate in Los Angeles are not as good as those in San Francisco."

Milo continued, "As far as living is concerned, I think the climate in the San Francisco Bay Area is one of the most comfortable places in the world."

"Yeah." Monica responded.

But now, she actually didn't want to discuss with Milo whether Los Angeles was more suitable for living or San Francisco had a better climate.

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She wanted to know more about how she could get the role.

She is not yet qualified to live wherever she wants.

Monica now lives in Carson City, a small town under the jurisdiction of Los Angeles.

There are many lower-class Italians living there, and she can get some care from her compatriots by living there.

At least in this regard, Italians are relatively united.

Her financial situation doesn't even allow her to live in North Hollywood, which is known as the Hollywood slum...

Thinking of this, Monica said softly, "Milo, I want to ask how my performance today was? You know, I was originally a model. I studied secretarial studies in college, and I never studied acting. I'm worried that it might be terrible."

"Your performance is pretty good, but after all, you are not a professional and you have too little experience. When it comes time to shoot, you may need to rely on multiple NGs to get a feel for the character."

Talking about her acting skills, Milo remembered that she was not famous for her acting skills, but mainly relied on her beauty and sexiness.

So Milo said.

"So, what do you think I should do?" Monica asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Act more. There are many examples in Hollywood of people who have achieved success without professional training.” Milo gestured, “And you’ve done pretty well.”

"So, you are quite satisfied with me?" Monica suddenly stopped and looked at Milo with a smile.

There seemed to be a hint of defiance in her brown eyes.

She was standing right under the streetlight, hugging her arms in the white light, letting the breeze blow her black hair, making her look particularly seductive.

“Basically… you could say that.” Milo shrugged, his tone so flat that it seemed as if he couldn’t understand what the other person meant.

The atmosphere was very good, and she suddenly raised her head, "So... do you want to sleep with me?"

Unexpectedly, Milo's answer was equally direct: "Of course I do. I want you to die. A man who doesn't want to sleep with you must have some obstacles in some aspects."

"Wow, you are... so honest." She said this after a long while.

Monica was surprised. She thought Milo would be more tactful and pretend.

Because normally speaking, even if men want it badly, they will pretend in order to make women think they are not so eager.

Even if it turns out that it is not what they said at all.

"Thank you. I think it's important to be honest in front of some people." Milo smiled.

"Well..." Monica made a gesture and opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

Finally, Monica added a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "But, I heard you have a girlfriend."

Monica felt a little regretful after saying this.

(End of this chapter)