King of Hollywood

Chapter 450: Chapter 172: What Could Be More Exhilarating?

“Just like that initial instant when he heard about her and her husband breaking up, Vronsky read the letter and unwittingly sank into a naturally occurring emotion triggered by his own relationship with the disgraced husband.” The intense afternoon sunlight enveloped the balcony, casting a glittering golden glow, yet the reading voice under the cool shade had already ceased.

Sophie Marceau lifted her arm to her forehead, looking up at the still somewhat azure sky through the edge of the parasol, then let out a long sigh. After zoning out for a few minutes, she picked up the book again, but this time she did not read aloud. She had flipped through this French version of “Anna Karenina” countless times and was quite familiar with the plot’s trajectory, often comparing it with the adapted screenplay and having discussed it numerous times with the already finalized director, Angelica Vika. She was confident in portraying the essence of the character.

“This role is a real test of your acting skills because you don’t physically resemble a Russian woman; you must achieve a likeness in spirit.” Do you know what the Chinese word means? It is to give the audience a sense of ‘seems not much alike on the outside, but entirely the same on the inside.'” These words suddenly echoed in Sophie’s ears again.

Was this why she had been trying so hard? She asked herself internally. Then a feeling of irritation welled up, suddenly making her lose interest in reading further.

Thud—she tossed the novel onto a small round table next to her, Sophie stood up and walked back and forth on the balcony in frustration, then looked towards the direction of the English Channel. That guy must still be cuddling left and right in London, huh?

Damn it, how did I end up like this? Sophie returned inside, poured herself a glass of red wine, and took a large gulp before sighing deeply. Since the day Adrian had left, almost two weeks had passed without any contact between them, the only sighting of him being at the live broadcast of Princess Diana’s funeral, which suddenly made her feel uncomfortable.

You know, in the past, every two or three days, he would either call or send a letter. Never saying much, whether it was a call or a letter, there were only a few words, and most of the time, Sophie would handle it casually, but now the sudden absence made it unbearable.

Well, back to the film then, if this film gets good reviews, it will open up more opportunities in Hollywood… Damn it, those are his words again!

Sophie pensively swirled the wine in her glass; her melancholic demeanor revealed completely, her pensively nibbling lips tempted anyone who saw her to want to hold her close and comfort her.

Just then, the doorbell rang, startling Sophie out of her reverie; she walked somewhat dazedly to the staircase to see who was at the door. She remembered telling her agent to cancel all engagements for a few days, as she just wanted to rest at home for a while and not many people knew about this other small villa of hers—who could be visiting?

With curiosity, Sophie approached the door, peered through the peephole, and let out a startled cry, then chaotically grabbed her hair and pulled at her clothes, not knowing what to do next.

Oh God, why is he here! He’s supposed to be in London, Sophie thought morosely. At the moment, her hair disheveled and dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, she didn’t look very appealing.