Woke someone up in the middle of the night and then fell asleep after throwing a big bomb! This made her can't help but think, did he propose to her just to occupy this bed?
Roy held her hand, kissed her fingers, sat up, and saw the ring he bought on her porcelain-like fingertips shimmering with a charming light. He felt like he had suddenly gained the whole world, unable to help but want to sigh in satisfaction.
His Laila, his fiancée, his home! There was nothing more satisfying to him than this.
Continuously imprinting light kisses on the hand wearing the diamond ring, his expression was so sincere, as if he was kissing a goddess of faith.
Laila couldn't stand it and pulled her hand back, holding her hand, which seemed to be burning, embarrassedly said, "If you're hungry, go find something to eat. I'm not a pig's trotter."
Roy smiled and turned over, pressing her under him. "You are much more delicious than a pig's trotter." With that, he kissed her and his hand didn't behave, exploring under the cup.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Laila, I've made you another gown for the Oscars... uh." Janet, who ran in excitedly, only realized after coming in that there was an extra person on her daughter's bed (or on her daughter?).
Laila was startled by the sudden intrusion and instinctively pushed Roy out.
"Mom!" She widened her eyes, looking at her mother, who hadn't been to Hollywood for a long time. "Why are you here?"
Roy didn't feel embarrassed about being intimate with his girlfriend when her mother suddenly barged in; he just felt regretful that their actions had been interrupted.
"Sorry, dear, I didn't expect Roy to be here too." Janet chuckled, closed the door, and walked out, then called from outside the door, "Is an hour enough for you? I'll be waiting downstairs!"
She was often impulsive, and when she got going, everything had to wait. Not knocking before barging into her daughter's room was not the first time for her, but it hadn't happened since Laila and Roy started dating.
Before coming here, she heard downstairs that Laila was still sleeping, so she rushed up without thinking. She didn't expect Roy, who appeared on TV yesterday, to be back and "building a relationship" with her daughter. As she walked downstairs, she was still complaining about why the housekeeper didn't tell her that Roy was back.
In fact, she was blaming the housekeeper wrongly. Someone came back by himself in the middle of the night, and because he didn't want to disturb anyone, he opened the door with his key. It was not strange that the housekeeper, who had been up early arranging things, didn't know he had come back.
Janet left decisively, but the pink bubble she burst wouldn't return for a while.
Roy looked at Laila, who was about to bury herself in the pillow, and teased her on purpose, "One hour, is that enough?"
Laila's response was to stretch out a long leg and kick him off her bed.
So, just over ten minutes later, the freshly washed Laila and Roy walked downstairs and saw Janet enjoying breakfast arranged by the housekeeper.
Seeing the two of them, Janet looked at her watch, then looked at Roy with a surprised expression. "Eighteen minutes? You can't do it like this, Roy."
Roy was stunned by what she said, and when he realized what she was referring to, he was speechless. If possible, he would have carried Laila upstairs now to show his future mother-in-law whether he could or couldn't. But seeing how dark Laila's face was, he knew it was not possible.
Laila's face was not just dark, it was almost dripping ink. She was already a conservative and tender-faced person. Hearing her mother care so much about her "bedroom" life, she wished she could immediately stuff a bun into her mother's smiling mouth.
"Mom, you came here so early just to tell me this? If I remember correctly, you haven't been here for a long time, right?"
Janet shrugged, knowing she couldn't tease her daughter anymore, or she wouldn't be able to bear her anger.
"It's been a long time, you know, I don't like coming to Hollywood."
Actually, she had a lot of business dealings in Hollywood, but she had come here only a few times in so many years, mainly because this place was a sad place for her.
"It was here that I met your father, and I was attracted by his talent. He was so charming at that time, but unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who thought so, and he didn't mind others being attracted to him."
Laila hadn't heard much about her father from her before, but her grandfather would tell her some things during idle chatter, seemingly wanting to instill in her the idea that not every man is reliable.
But one thing she was very clear about was that the reason her parents separated and never spoke to each other again was because Reynolds was a complete lady-killer.
He was handsome, full of male hormones, and more importantly, he owned a film production company in Hollywood and was a film director himself. Even though he made some B-movies, among the many mediocre actors in Hollywood, he was still a very attractive man.
Attracted women flocked to him one after another, and he was not a resolute man, so when Janet realized everything, she decisively broke up with him and left with her daughter.
Isn't it said that every artist has a personality? Reynolds' personality was very... lacking in integrity when it came to women.
As for love, he did love Janet deeply, and he loved her until he died. Other women were no different from dolls to him; they were props for him to amuse himself and find inspiration.
The problem was that Janet couldn't stand this. She was a very decisive woman. When she was in love, she could stay by his side regardless of everything, but when she left, she could leave cleanly and completely.
Laila admired her mother's decisiveness. Not every woman could make such a resolute decision. Although she was also hurt, she eventually gained new love and a new family.
"What did you come back for this time? Is it specifically to see if I've kicked the blanket off while sleeping?"
"There's something else, of course! It's something very important!" Janet's expression was very serious.
This made Laila curious. She took the breakfast Roy brought her, thanked him, and continued to ask, "What's so important?"
"It's that!" Janet pointed to the large box she had brought with her. "Dear Roy, help me bring it over."