5

These days, Henry always leaves early and comes back late, and we hardly meet. And my script outline is finally finished. After sending it to Director Brown, we need to meet to discuss some details. We talked until very late. As soon as I came out of Director Brown, I received a call from Henry.

"Why aren't you at home today?" There was no emotion in his voice.

"I came out to meet a friend." I answered truthfully.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up." he continued to ask.

I sent the address, and not long after, a familiar SUV appeared in front of me. Looking at the car, I suddenly realized that I hadn't ridden in his car for a long time.

I remember that time when it was raining, I waited for a long time but couldn't get a taxi. Finally, I plucked up the courage to call him, hoping that he would pick me up and take me home. However, he seemed very impatient: "You are so old, how come you don't know how to go home, can't you take a taxi yourself?" When I explained that it was late and it was difficult to get a taxi, and asked him where he was, he said he was sending Orla . I was immediately furious and asked him: "Your girlfriend has been in the rain, as a boyfriend, you don't care, but pick up an insignificant person? Is Orla more important than me in your heart?"

He didn't answer directly, but asked me: "Why do you have to compete with her? Why do you have to compare with her in everything?"

" She is a star, how can I compare with her? How can a star take a taxi home?" His words were like a knife stabbing into my heart.

Yes, she is a star, and I am just an insignificant passerby. That day, I couldn't get a taxi, so I had to walk for two hours in the rain. When I got home, I was soaking wet and had a fever for four days. But he laughed at me, asking why I went out when I knew it was raining.

Since then, I have never ridden in his car again. Now, when I saw him roll down the window, I came to my senses. I walked over, passed the passenger seat, went straight to the back seat, opened the door and sat in. Henry looked back at me with an ugly expression.

"Willow," he called.

" What's wrong?" I asked in a puzzled manner.

I realized belatedly that it might be because I didn't sit in the front row. But I always sit in the back row. He once said that sitting in the front row would be discovered by paparazzi, so I couldn't sit there. He hesitated to speak and finally turned his face away.

The car was very quiet, and he looked at me from time to time through the rearview mirror. The sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence. I subconsciously looked forward and saw a photo of the two of us hanging on the car. At this time, the display screen clearly read "Orange".

He hung up the phone immediately, but a few seconds later, the phone rang again. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, his fingers hovering over the keys, hesitant.

" She may have something urgent to talk to you about, you answer it." I said calmly.

He pressed the answer button with a sense of relief, " Henry , I'm stuck in the mall now, can you come pick me up?" The voice on the phone was crying, and people could immediately understand her helplessness.

Henry gripped the steering wheel tightly, hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't have time now, please ask someone from the company to pick you up."

Her crying voice was heard immediately from the other end: "It will take more than three hours for the company to come. Henry, I beg you, please save me."

I didn't hear Henry 's answer, and the other end continued: "I've asked other friends, but they're not around. You're the only one I can ask."

Henry looked at me with some embarrassment, but still agreed. After hanging up the phone, he immediately explained to me: "You heard it just now, Orla's situation is really urgent, and I have no other choice..."

I pointed to the intersection ahead and said nonchalantly, "I heard you. Just drop me off right there."

"I'd better take you back. It's still a long way to go and it's not easy to get a taxi here," he said.

"So he also knows that it's hard to get a taxi here." I thought to myself.

"No need, I'm an adult, I know how to get back. Orla is a star, it's not good for her to stay in the mall all the time. " I repeated to him what he had warned me. He was stunned, his face looked a little ugly, but he still insisted on sending me back. When I got off the car, I said thank you very politely, with an indifferent and distant attitude. His expression was stern, and his dark eyes were full of disappointment and hurt.

"Why are we still so polite to each other?" he said.

I didn't answer, but just smiled apologetically. He regained his spirits and said, "I'll come back tonight and bring you your favorite roast duck." I nodded and watched him leave. After returning home, I threw myself into the intense work. The outline has been finalized, so rewriting the script becomes relatively easy. I stayed up late and thought about having a midnight snack, but then I thought about the roast duck he mentioned. I raised my hand and glanced at my watch. It was already eleven o'clock. I was afraid that it was closed at this time. So I ate some bread and threw myself into work again.

When I woke up again, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. He sat by the bed, looking at me quietly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I called you but you didn't answer. I was worried about you, so I rushed back," he said.

I picked up my phone and checked, and sure enough, there were ten missed calls.