Catherine froze for a moment, then reluctantly admitted: "It seems that it is indeed the case."
Because the topic was a bit embarrassing, Catherine planned to leave early after eating her own breakfast.
Eric stopped her this time, and picked up the inconspicuous bag that had been placed at his feet and handed it to Catherine: "Here, I see that you have been hanging around with your neck bare all these days. They all feel cold."
Catherine opened the bag and pulled out a white cashmere scarf.
The woman hesitated for a while before saying: "Thank you, but I don't like white very much, or..."
"Then put it here, I'll let someone throw it away later."
"You..." Catherine picked up the bag helplessly, "Okay, I'll take it."
Back in her room, the woman went to the bathroom and put the scarf on in front of the mirror. I have to say that black is the most versatile color. The woman in the mirror is wearing a black windbreaker with a white scarf, which makes her look a bit more soft and feminine. This is something she has always been able to avoid. As a female director, if she wants to survive in Hollywood, she must minimize gender differences as much as possible, which she has always done.
However, you are not working now, so wear it.
★▽, She quickly found a reason for herself, which was very reasonable.
While passing through the lobby of the hotel, this time she stopped unexpectedly and came to the restaurant again.
Eric, who was buried in the newspaper, looked up and saw her appearance, and praised: "Very beautiful."
"Thank you," she said, taking a seat across from him.
Eric asked, "What's the matter?"
"There is a charity art exhibition at the Columbia Library in the morning. Are you interested in going to see it?" Facing Eric's eyes. The woman quickly added, "You're a big donor. This exhibition is raising money for a fund for orphaned and disabled children. Maybe you can donate a little more."
"Well, wait for me to make a few calls and push today's matter to a later date."
Catherine immediately said, "If you're too busy, forget it."
Eric ignored it, took the mobile phone and made a few calls in front of Catherine to explain, then looked up at the woman: "So, when are we going to leave?"
"Now, the exhibition starts at nine o'clock." After saying this, seeing Eric stand up without hesitation, Catherine felt a little uneasiness, not the kind of uneasiness when danger comes, but a kind of inexplicable, something in her heart Anxiety that a crack in the defense appeared.
The two walked out of the hotel side by side. Catherine was about to flag down a taxi when a black Chrysler drove up to them.
Eric thoughtfully opened the car door for her, Catherine hesitated for a moment, but got in anyway.
"Columbia right?" Eric sat down next to her. asked.
"Um...um," Catherine nodded. Sit there habitually straighten your waist and put your hands on your knees.
Eric couldn't help laughing and said, "Can you relax a little bit, you make me feel so strange."
"It's strange how I feel," the woman subconsciously blurted out.
The two immediately laughed together.
Chrysler drove along Broadway all the way to Columbia University in the uptown area. The two got out of the car together. Eric told the bodyguards, but he didn't let them follow. He walked into Columbia University with Catherine because he was It was the first time I came here, so Catherine introduced the surrounding scenery and allusions to him as she walked. This famous school with a history of more than two hundred years exudes a strong historical heritage. Eric does not like the strong classical atmosphere His residence is decorated in a modern style, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit of disgust when he walks around the campus of Columbia University.
After walking around the campus for more than ten minutes, Catherine took him outside the library where the charity art exhibition was held.
"This exhibition is mainly European classical oil paintings, but there are not many authentic works of masters, they are all copied works of some artists," Catherine introduced, handed out the ticket in her hand, and walked in with Eric.
As soon as the two of them entered the library lobby, Eric saw a Caucasian woman in her thirties with eyes greeted her.
"Hi, Catherine, you're here," the woman warmly greeted her, and hugged Catherine, but because she was only less than 1.7 meters tall, she looked a bit petite, and when she hugged Catherine, she felt very unsuitable. Eric couldn't help showing a smile.
After the petite woman let go of Catherine, she glanced at the white scarf on the woman's neck, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and then she turned to Eric: "Wow, Catherine, no wonder you refused to live with me, this is... Hey, so familiar, I seem to have seen you there, have I seen you?"
Eric smiled and held out his hand to the petite woman: "Hi, I'm Eric Williams."
"Eric Williams," the woman repeated, and exclaimed a little, looking up and down Eric with wide eyes: "That's the one, the director of "Sleepless in Seattle"?"
It seems that this woman's taste is already obvious. Eric couldn't help thinking that people who saw him for the first time would often mention his works, and they would often talk about the work they liked more side.
"Yes," Eric nodded.
The woman whispered again, and said happily: "Hello, Eric, can I call you that? Oh, my name is Becky Murphy, Becky, and the venomous female editor in your movie a name."
"Hello, Ms. Murphy," Eric felt that this woman was a little too enthusiastic, and glanced at Catherine beside him. The two people's personalities were too different, and I don't know how they became friends.
"Call me Betsy, and I, oh, can I have my autograph?"
"Of course no problem," Eric nodded, and while Becky Murphy was looking for a space for a pen and paper, he once again cast a look at Catherine for help.
After Eric signed the booklet Becky Murphy handed over, Catherine said, "Okay, Becky, don't you need to be busy with other things, we're here to see the art exhibition."
"Of course," Becky Murphy said, "Then you can do whatever you want. Professor Clark will come over later, and I will go to the door to meet him."
After speaking, she greeted Eric again before Becky Murphy turned and walked away.
Because it was a little early, there were not many people on the first floor of the library temporarily arranged as an exhibition hall, so Eric and Catherine walked around the hall randomly. (To be continued..)