"Do you remember what I told you? Do you remember what I told you!" Angela covered her forehead and yelled angrily into the phone, "I have called a lawyer and am ready to sue them, you But what did you say to the media?! In front of so many people! You made my efforts all in vain!"
"I've already taken all the responsibilities, what are you still worried about?" Kayla on the other end of the phone said in a fierce tone, "As long as you put all the problems on me."
"Do you think this will solve the problem? Don't be so naive, Kayla! It's not the first time you've dealt with these guys." The newspaper in Angela's hand was rattled by her. "Look at what they wrote. What happened?!"
"Then what do you want me to do?! Don't tell me anything, as long as I stay silent and wait, what do you think I should think? This is not the first time, Angela!" Keira's voice became choked.
Angela's lips were trembling, she couldn't even say "I" a few times, and finally hung up the phone as before after listening to the voice over there.
"Damn! Damn!" She held her face and scolded lowly, "Why does this happen at the last minute!"
In addition to quarreling on the phone these days, the relationship between the two has never been as tense as it is now.
How did it become like this? Angela unconsciously came up with the scene in the lounge on the night of the "Harry Potter" premiere. Although she and Xia Xia were separated when Kayla came in and dealt with the past calmly, she could still see the shock in Kayla's eyes, and such a scene had also happened in Shanghai.
Tell me nothing, as long as I keep silent and wait, what do you think I should think? Kayla's words rang in her ears again, making Angela become restless, and soon this feeling turned into anger again.
"What are these bastards writing!" Angela gritted her teeth and threw the newspaper in her hand on the ground.
Since Kayla came out publicly and declared that she likes Angela, the media has been making a big fuss about it like a stimulant. Not only did they send twice as many reporters to wait outside, but the unscrupulous tabloids even made up stories they wanted to make up. For a while, it was said that Kayla had been secretly in love with Angela, and after her confession was revealed to no avail, she gave up and announced herself to come out of the closet; at another time, it was said that Kayla and Angela had been dating for a long time, and Angela now proposed to break up and Kayla wanted to do this in this way. To restore the relationship between the two and so on and so on.
As a result, the sales of the Daily Mirror increased by more than ten percent, and the few photos that were not very clear but were the biggest evidence became a hot commodity, which made many media buy it.
The public reaction has been anything but gay, with gay groups of course happy to praise her for her courage, and conservatives who see her as a disgrace to Britain. And then the most outrageous are certain disaffected Americans who believe that Kayla seduced Angela to start calling her "that British bitch" and calling on everyone to boycott each other's films.
"Even if you don't think about my feelings, always think about your image!" Angela's teeth were biting, and the anger that had calmed down at the thought of those vicious names would come up again.
Alizee walked to the door and knocked: "It's time to go, Angie, or you'll be late."
Angela frowned and turned around, hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Can I cancel this appointment?"
"Of course you can, that's your business," Alizee said with a blank face, "but you'd better call Prince William to explain it yourself. Also, I have to remind you that it will be very difficult to ask the hotel to cooperate with you in the future. It's difficult, and it's not easy to keep secrets."
"Okay, okay, I'll go now." Angela said helplessly. After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she dressed up a little and walked out of the hotel suite with Alizee.
She came out of the hotel without a hitch, and the car quickly took her to a small but chic cafe near Kensington.
"Hey, William, what's the matter with asking me out?" Angela, dressed in casual clothes, sat down behind the table.
William, who had been absent-minded just now, suddenly lit up. Seeing that she pulled the brim of her hat and carefully glanced around, she laughed: "Don't worry, reporters are not allowed in here, you see, I don't do anything to cover up."
"It's better to be cautious in this situation," Angela said casually, looking at William. "Even if you wrap up the cafe, maybe they have a camera that penetrates the wall."
William smiled awkwardly. His bodyguards didn't look like guests at all.
"I just want a... um... quieter environment," William explained. "You know it's the first time you've agreed to my date after so long, and I'm glad I attended the charity party that day."
"I agreed to your date invitation because you called me twice every three days." Angela said unceremoniously, not knowing what William, who was blushing, wanted to say, she immediately continued: "Of course, more The important thing is that I have something to do with you."
"Anything with me?" William was immediately attracted.
"Yes." Angela nodded, then took out the small ginger file bag and handed it to William, "Although I wanted to burn it directly when I got it, but after thinking about it, I felt It's better to handle it for you."
"What is this?" William took it in doubt, and the voice that was about to open Angela rang again: "I personally suggest you don't look at it, just throw it into the stove. I spent 3 million pounds from James Hewitt bought it and made sure he didn't have a backup. I also had someone force him to sign a contract and he would face fraud charges if anyone else got it."
William suddenly understood what was in the file bag in his hand, his face became solemn, he looked at the file bag in his hand and then at Angela, pursed his lips for a while, and then said softly, "Thank you, Chris. Silk."
"That's all I can do." Angela shook her head, then stood up: "Nothing else, I'll leave."
"Wait." William hurriedly grabbed her hand, "You've only been here for a few minutes."
"William!" Angela frowned and looked at William who persisted. She pulled out her hand and sat down helplessly again: "Okay, just say anything else."
William stared at her beautiful eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gathered up his courage and said, "Will you be my girlfriend, Chrissy?"
Angela blinked in amazement, and after a while, she stuttered and said, "Sorry... I... didn't hear clearly, can... can I say it again?"
"I want you to be my girlfriend, Chrissy," William repeated slowly again.
"Damn." Angela covered her forehead with a wry smile, but then lifted it up again: "Did Your Majesty want you to say that?"
"Grandmother? Of course not," William looked surprised. "Why do you think so?"
"I should have asked you this sentence. How could you... want me to be your girlfriend?!" Angela frowned and looked a little helpless, although she knew that William had a crush on her.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, and... we grew up together, it's a good fit, isn't it?" William's face turned slightly red, "I asked my grandmother, and she didn't object, in fact, she has been in all these years. Change, and recently said that they could consider allowing Harry and I to have a jeans party at the villa."
Angela's mouth twitched twice. If it wasn't in the cafe, she really wanted to cover her forehead and groan. Originally, she was just worried about Queen Elizabeth II, but she didn't expect this guy to come for real.
"I just treat you as a friend, William." Angela said with a sigh, and followed her with a raised eyebrow: "Just based on what I did to you when I was a child, you can't like me."
"I admit that I didn't like you very much at that time, especially when my mother complimented you in front of me," William said honestly, spreading his hands, "but that was when I was a child, and - there is often a fine line between love and hate. "
Hearing this, Angela had the urge to vomit blood, and William held her hand again: "You can try to date me gradually for a period of time to see if I am suitable to be your boyfriend, at least Can you give me a chance?"
Angela stared blankly at William, who had an earnest face. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand back again, rubbed both sides of her head, and then said, "Sorry, William, I can't agree."
"Why?" William looked at her in amazement. "Why not, Chrissy?"
"I..." Angela gestured, "I'm at least two years older than you."
"So what, since my father can date a woman older than him, why can't I?" William spread his hands indifferently.
Angela swallowed hard, gritted her teeth and said in a sour voice: "But, I am an American, and the United States only defaults to dual citizenship, and... and... I am not a virgin."
"Well... it doesn't matter, I can do what my grandmother's uncle did, William also said indifferently, "and Harry. "
Angela suddenly showed the appearance of being choked, how did this guy become so difficult? !
"That's not what a prince should say," she said, grinding her teeth.
"Well, in fact, about this, grandmother is considering making a change. Besides, the United Kingdom recognizes dual citizenship, doesn't it?" William said seriously, raising his hands.
Angela stared at him for a long time, and the other party always kept a smile and a confident look. For some reason, her mood suddenly turned bad, and a sneer flashed on the corner of her mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm gay."
"Wh... what?!" This time, William showed a choked surprised expression.
"I like women." Angela replied unhurriedly, and her bad mood made her feel disgusted with concealment.
"I... I don't know... I thought... this... is too incredible..." William said incoherently, and he suddenly calmed down and stared at Angela: "Are you kidding me? You want to reject me in this way?"
"Do you think it's necessary for me to use this method to reject you?" Angela raised her eyebrows. "I'm telling the truth. Although the recent tabloids are outrageous, they at least have something right."
William, who was pinching the bridge of his nose in a trance, suddenly raised his head and stared at Angela with an ugly face: "Is it because of that damn woman? That Keira Knightley?! Damn it! How can you get involved with this kind of woman? went!"
A layer of frost suddenly covered Angela's face: "Please pay attention to your words, Your Highness! As a gentleman, you should not insult other people's girlfriends casually."
"Girlfriend? Forget it, Chrissy, it sounds like that, that shameless woman is just like that..." In Angela's cold eyes, William swallowed the next words.
"Kyla is my woman," Angela looked at him coldly, even using the title "His Royal Highness" didn't make him sober, "If this was in the Victorian era, I would have threw white at you long ago. Gloves."
William, who was staring at Angela, shrugged his shoulders and breathed quickly, and didn't know what to say until she got up.
"That's it, I'm going back." Angela said softly, and then walked quickly to the door.
However, just after walking out the door, William immediately followed and grabbed her arm: "Don't do this, Chrissy!"
"Please let go, Your Highness," Angela turned around and looked into William's eyes, "I've made it very clear, don't make me hate you."
William's lips trembled twice, and finally let go of his hand with reluctance. Angela said thank you softly, got in the car and left after the car came over, and she could still see Lonely Station from the rear window until it was far away. William on the street.
That's it, there shouldn't be anything like this in the future. Angela turned around and closed her eyes, and put a big stone in her heart. Before she knew it, her mind went back to the other side. She said "Kyla is my woman" almost without thinking. Does this mean...
Two similar faces suddenly intertwined in his mind again, causing Angela to fall into an indescribable mild trance. This trance accompanied her all day, and she rolled on the bed for a long time at night and couldn't fall asleep.
Maybe... maybe I should try to forget and... accept it all... She ended up falling asleep with that thought in mind.
Maybe it was because she turned over in bed for too long at night, and she had been relaxing and resting recently, and Angela woke up after three shots the next day. After getting up from the bed, I yawned and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Before I changed my clothes, the doorbell rang.
"I didn't say..." The dissatisfied Angela was stunned as soon as she opened the door of the room. Kayla, who had not seen each other since the charity party, was standing outside, her eyes were red as if she had just cried, but His face was pale, especially after seeing Angela still wearing pajamas.
"Looks like... I didn't come at the right time," her lips trembled slightly. "If I came a few minutes earlier, I might have to suffer the consequences of waking you up, right?"
"Kyla... How could you... " Angela waved her hand in a bit of a bewilderment, and after reacting, she pulled her into the room, stuck her head out and looked left and right to make sure no one was watching, and then closed the door .
"Why did you come here? There are many reporters outside." Angela asked worriedly, brushing the long hair on her forehead.
"Why can't I come here? Oh, of course you don't want me to come here to avoid disturbing your good business, right?" Keira, who was leaning against the small table, bit her lip and trembled slightly.
"What are you talking about, Kayla?" Angela looked at her angrily.
"Of course you don't understand what I'm talking about, because you haven't had time to see what your caring assistant has left for you!" Kayla grabbed the paper on the table and threw it at her, her chest heaving violently as if there were Something is about to be suppressed.
"This... what is this?" Angela hurriedly opened the ball of paper, which read: Pay attention to today's newspaper.
She glanced around, then picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, and when she turned to the entertainment headlines, the bold headline made her seem to have slapped a sap on her forehead: "Prince William's girlfriend surfaced, The date broke up," along with a photo of William grabbing Angela's arm as he emerges from the cafe.
This is an extremely disgusting report. To put it simply, the reporter accidentally discovered that Prince William was dating a young woman in Kensington yesterday. After careful identification, he finally found out that the young woman had an affair with the prince before. Miss Angela Mason, haunted by the same-sex declaration of the English Rose! The two seemed to talk about something unhappy in the middle of the date. Angela finally left in anger. Although the prince chased after him, he failed to persuade his girlfriend to go back.
Up to here, it’s still a normal story to read pictures, but it starts to become more and more unbearable later. The reporter who wrote this report said in a speculative tone that maybe Prince William was dissatisfied with Kayla’s previous show of love and angered him Angela, there is a little bit of Angela pedaling two boats between the lines.
"Damn, do these guys have nothing else to do except write these nonsense things!" Angela said through gritted teeth, "William, that idiot, actually said that it was hidden there and wouldn't be seen!"
Followed her and looked at Keira anxiously: "You won't take it seriously, will you? You should know what these guys do."
"I know... Of course I know..." Kayla bit her lip with a choked voice, leaning on the small table motionless as if she might soften at any time, "I had a glimmer of hope before I came here, but..."
She shook her head with faint tears in her eyes, Angela stared at her blankly, a bad premonition came out of her heart.
"Wait, listen to me, Kayla, listen to me," Angela said hurriedly, "I slept very late last night because I've been thinking about one thing, I think... I think... "
"Enough, Angie, enough, I don't want to listen to this anymore." Kayla interrupted Angela's words, her body trembled again, and looked at the woman in front of her with sad eyes: "Let's break up! "