And in the bedroom next to where he was filming?
Turning around and looking at the surprisingly small number of crew members tonight, Hugh Grant felt even more strange.
What on earth are these people trying to do?
…
When Allen brought Monica to the shooting site, there were not many people. Only Siphis and an employee were waiting for Allen.
"Master... we are all ready. We just did a test take and it seems like the acting is OK."
"What do you mean it's OK?"
In the field of art, it’s okay but not okay!
No one can stop Master Allen's pursuit of art!
"Let's continue later. Don't bother me. Just keep an eye on it for me."
Holding Monica's hand, in front of Monica's somewhat confused eyes, Allen led her quietly around the filming crew, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and signaled them not to stand up and salute, but just to film the movie honestly.
…
When they finally came to the bedroom with Alan, Monica seemed to have come to her senses a little, and said shyly and nervously, "What's fun here?"
With the door closed, the light outside the window is still on, which doesn't affect the visibility inside the house too much. Although it's a little dark, you can still see clearly.
Allen gently hugged Monica and said, "Wouldn't it be fun just for the two of us?"
…
What kind of pretense is this? Do you really think that he, Alan, is always a gentleman?
When you are fishing and waiting, you need to be patient, take your time, and not be impatient. But when you are hooking the fish, you need to be swift as lightning. If you are too slow, the fish will run away!
Without giving Monica time to think, Alan's right hand changed from hugging her waist to sliding down.
…
Grant squatted in the corner of the study with a notebook in his hand. What was recorded in this notebook was his diary, or it could be said to be his modus operandi.
His wife likes to cheat on him, but he loves her very much and can't bear to see their family break up.
But he loves and hates the person his wife cheated with.
like……
Because every time he discovers or peeks at his wife cheating, he feels very excited.
After many years of marriage, the couple has lost their original passion and their relationship has become dull.
But his wife's cheating behavior seemed to have injected new vitality into his life.
but……
Every time he finished peeping, he felt guilty and a little humiliated.
When these two emotions come together, he can't help but take action and secretly kill his wife's cheating partner.
But everything he did was done secretly and quietly.
Every time her wife thought the cheating partner had gone out of town, and then she would find a new cheating partner.
This seems to be a small tacit understanding between the couple.
…
Hugh Grant recalled the script of this movie and felt that it was too perverted and his worldview was simply shattered, but the story was set in a place like the United States.
Thinking about it, it seems reasonable...
Life there is very stressful, so it seems not surprising that they do anything.
Plus, Hugh Grant is indeed like what Allen thought, in that he is still a little mentally unrecovered from the last movie he acted in, that is to say - he hasn't straightened out yet and is a little crooked.
Therefore, I am not able to empathize strongly enough with the emotions that come with being given a cuckold production line by my wife, including the humiliation, excitement, and immorality.
Even though they had just taken the shot, Hugh Grant still felt that something was not quite right. Although the photographer kept comforting him, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't find the feeling.
Thinking about the plot of the script, Hugh Grant was once again preparing to build up his emotions, but suddenly.
There seemed to be some strange noises coming from the bedroom separated by a wall.
…
The location where Grant was filming was newly built, so only the appearance and some internal decoration styles were paid attention to. The surface work was done very well, but the interior...
That's it.
Small details like the sound insulation of the house were not taken into consideration at all. This kind of house will be demolished after the filming anyway, so they tried to save as much as possible.
The study and bedroom are separated by only one wall. There is only one layer of wallpaper on the plasterboard wall. It looks very thick, but the actual thickness of the wall is only a few centimeters.
In addition, the place where he was squatting was right next to the head of the bed in the adjacent bedroom, so the intermittent sound was very clear.
Several other crew members could even hear it faintly, but Hugh Grant was closest to it and could hear it most clearly.
From the bedroom next door, there was a slight sound of banging against the wall, and intermittent faint moans from a woman were heard.
Hugh Grant frowned slightly when he heard this voice. He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before...
Hugh Grant, not particularly sure, moved slightly, leaned his back against the wall, and listened attentively.
This time the sound was clearer. I don’t know if it was because the woman’s voice had become higher or because he had moved.
Glancing at the crew members present, who acted as if they didn't hear anything, Hugh Grant suddenly remembered what Ceface said, that Sir Allen would rest in the bedroom next door tonight.
but……
Isn't Mr. Allen a man?
Hugh Grant didn't have more time to think. The woman's voice next door became louder and he clearly heard, "Alan...quietly."
This voice...isn't this Monica?
My wife in this movie?!
hiss……
Thinking of this, Hugh Grant instinctively felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He and Monica have been together for more than half a month!
Although I haven't done anything out of line in that person's shoes, there is still a little bit of emotion between us.
now……
His "wife" was right next door, and considering Monica could make that kind of noise, you could easily guess what she was doing!
When I remembered that Sir Allen was right next door, he was lying on Monica, and the two of them were taking a biology class, while I was squatting in the study, and the camera opposite was facing me.
Hugh Grant subconsciously slowed down his breathing.
He couldn't afford to offend Lord Allen, which reminded Hugh Grant of the stories of sovereignty that the ancient English lords liked to play.
This kind of thing is so similar to the current situation!
The husband was outside, listening to the sounds coming from his wife in the house, which seemed painful and comfortable.
This feeling...
…
Hugh Grant was instantly in character.
He finally understood what Mr. Sifis meant by Mr. Allen's painstaking efforts for him.
Anyone can relate to this feeling!
It was so painful. Not only was it painful, but when I thought about it, I couldn't afford to offend the other person and could only listen, and the feeling of humiliation came again.
and……
Hugh Grant's professional qualities as an actor burst out at this moment. He thought divergently and secretly comforted himself that not everyone could hear Sir Alan doing such a thing at such a close distance. It was really exciting just to think about it!
The mentality that fits the character in the plot appeared in Hugh Grant in an instant!
…
Ceface frowned, looking at Hugh Grant squatting against the wall. Suddenly his expression became strange. Sometimes he seemed angry, sometimes he seemed cautious, and finally his mouth corners curled up slightly, looking very happy.
He also heard the noise from next door, but what's the big deal? It's none of his business. The young master can play however he wants. This is Carmarthen. He is not breaking the law. They are both single young people. They are just playing poker on the set, right?
Who dares to speak out? !
…
"Turn on the camera, get ready to shoot."
Thinking of this, Siphis did not forget to quietly remind the photographer to start working. This was the painstaking effort of his young master, and it was both hard work and should not be wasted!
"Grant! Grant, are you ready? Are you feeling it?"
Siphis stretched out his hand, waved it towards Hugh Grant who was squatting against the wall, and asked in a low voice.
"I……"
Grant wanted to say that he wanted to listen for a while longer, but looking at Mr. Sifice's expectant and serious look, he didn't dare to say such nonsense. He could only nod to indicate that he was ready.
"Okay! Start shooting!"
…
Alan pinched Monica's mouth with his right hand, signaling her to speak louder.
Monica didn't even dare to look at Allen now. This was completely different from the Count Allen she had imagined!
Monica frowned and managed to say, "I... I'm a little scared. They might hear it."
"Tsk...what are you listening to? The soundproofing here is very good, they can't hear it."
"I can even...hear...the noises...from next door."
Monica panted and refuted Alan in a halting manner.
…
He lowered his head and took a deep breath. Seeing that Monica was still a little shy, Alan felt more and more excited.
It’s not her turn now. Don’t want to speak loudly?
He just wanted Monica to cooperate, but this girl had obviously never experienced anything so exciting and was a little nervous.
…
This night scene was filmed three more times after Sir Allen showed up to give his testimony.
It’s not that Hugh Grant is in bad shape, but that he is getting better and better, and he feels better and better with each shot.
Siphis couldn't bear to interrupt him, so after each take, he gave him a few minutes to rest and then continued taking the next shot.
Just film Hugh Grant's facial expressions and the feeling of humiliation, pain, and a bit of cruelty.
…
"Ka! Grant, come here."
Siphis could still hear intermittent voices from the other side of the room, so he quietly stopped the filming and waved to Hugh Grant.
"Mr. Siphis, is that not enough?"
Grant's face was a little red now, and his breathing was a little heavy. After listening to the wall for so long, he found that he was completely straight and not bent anymore!
"No, this time is very good. Let's stop here today. Your Excellency specifically instructed us to do so. After today's filming, the crew will have two days off. You can go back to London to rest and find your girlfriend!"
Ceface whispered to Hugh Grant.
…
Listening to what Siphis said, Grant suddenly felt a little weird. Sir Allen was very considerate. Although the way he helped him get into the role was a little difficult to talk about, he was very considerate after the filming and knew what he needed most!
Before Grant could continue speaking, Siphis pointed out the window and added, "The car is ready. A driver will take you back to London overnight. If you don't have anything to pack, you can leave now."
"Ah... Thank you, Mr. Siphis, you have worked hard, you..."
After hearing what Siphis said, Hugh Grant held back even the last bit of his complaints. Although Sir Allen had humiliated his "wife" in front of him today, Sir Allen still sent a driver to give him a day off so that he could go back to London to find his girlfriend.
I wanted to be polite to Siphis again, but Siphis waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about us. I will wait here and wait for you to summon me at any time. You can go back quickly."
"Okay... Well, Mr. Siphis, I'm leaving first!"
Hugh Grant listened to Monica's increasingly loud voice, which was still faintly echoing in the room, and he lowered his head, tiptoed to open the study door and left.
…
"Young Master?" When Siphis saw Alan again, he subconsciously raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was now three fifteen in the morning. Several hours had passed since the young master went in last night!
Alan half-hugged Monica and appeared in front of him with a calm face.
Looking at Monica who seemed to be about to fall asleep, Siphis pointed at Monica in Allen's arms and gestured to Allen.
"Send Miss Monica back to the hotel. I'll go back to the manor and send someone to take care of Miss Monica. Miss Monica has worked hard tonight."
“Understood!”
Although he was a little puzzled as to why the young master did not take Monica back this time, it was not easy for Siphis to ask about such matters, so he simply listened to the young master's arrangements. There were more than 20 people left inside and outside the set, all waiting for the young master to come out and serve him.
now……
Since the young master had spoken, Siphis turned around and began to arrange people, including a maid to serve Monica and a driver to send people off.
…
On the way back to the manor, Alan opened the rear window to let in a little air, enjoying the cool night breeze. He lit a cigarette with a calm expression.
He is feeling a bit like sage time now.
It seems that nothing is worth recalling, and the only thing he wants to do is to restore the glory of Britain and the glory of the Hill family.
Shaking his head, Alan suddenly felt that he had nothing to pursue in life.
You just waste your time playing these messy things. Why don't you do something else with this time?
If he was content to be a waste, with his current wealth, although not much, he could live a worry-free life for ten years or so.
Why must it be so hard?
A sudden feeling of guilt came over me.
…
It was getting late and Alan was too lazy to wash up, so as soon as he returned to the manor, he went straight to the bedroom.
He lay down on his spacious bed, and with his right hand he was ready to put his hands behind his head, but as his right hand touched the paper under the pillow, he pulled it out and took a look.
It was a letter written to him by Princess Christina that was delivered a few days ago.
Alan hadn't had time to check yet.
Looking at the letter with the Spanish royal emblem, Alan curled his lips. He wrote to Christina and mailed it according to the address. But the reply from this rich woman Christina, although also a letter, was delivered to him personally at the manor by someone on a plane.
It highlights a sense of heroism!
Just now on the road, the fighting spirit that had disappeared due to the sage time was instantly restored a little because of this unread letter.
Alan moved up and half leaned on the head of the bed, crossed his legs and opened the princess's reply. Alan was too lazy to reply to the previous letter, but he didn't expect that this girl would send him another one.
He tore open the envelope and read the letter in which Christina, in a polite yet intimate tone, invited him to go on a sea vacation with her on her private yacht to North Africa next week.