"Pitt, Jenny just warned me. Do we still need to use those rumors as a shield?"
In the evening, in a corner of the villa's living room, Pitt's agent, Wilson, whispered.
"Forget it."
After trailing them for more than half a year, they still hadn't captured any evidence of infidelity between the two, making it difficult to stir up rumors. After two weeks of trying, the public's attention was still focused on him and Jolie.
Pitt was a bit disappointed. Thinking about what Jenny said earlier, he decided to abandon the previous approach.
"Where's Luca?"
He scanned the crowd but didn't see the annoying figure.
"Mr. Kelly seems to have left," Wilson replied.
"Hmph!"
Pitt's face darkened. It should have been a pleasant party, but after seeing that hillbilly, his mood took a turn for the worse, and he could no longer enjoy himself.
"That damn hillbilly!"
With a cold expression, Pitt said, "Wilson, continue to blacklist Luca. I don't want to see him again."
"Pitt, Luca's movies have been huge hits this year, and he even won the Silver Bear award. This proves his value, and blacklisting him would be difficult. It'll cost a lot," Wilson hesitated before saying.
"I don't care how much it costs. That Brazilian hillbilly is just too disgusting," Pitt growled like a lion.
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on him. We'll notify you as soon as he makes any moves," Wilson responded.
Pitt nodded slightly and drained his glass in one go. Looking upstairs, he frowned, "Hasn't Jennifer come down yet?"
"No!"
Wilson paused, "Do you want me to go look for her?"
"No need. Jenny's behavior today was too disappointing."
Pitt squinted. He originally planned to use this party to convey to his partners that the couple's relationship was stable.
But at the event, Aniston was uncooperative. Other than chatting with a few friends, she seemed so melancholic that it raised questions.
Pitt was unhappy. Even after a few arguments, it didn't help. He angrily knocked over his wine glass, spilling red wine on her gown.
After Aniston left, he actually felt a bit relieved.
"Hey, Pitt!"
Leonardo came over, and Pitt put on a pleasant face, chatting warmly. The two discussed their new movie—an adaptation of Infernal Affairs.
The adaptation rights were held by Plan B, and they were planning to collaborate.
"Pitt, I heard Luca made a Brazilian version," Leonardo joked.
"Huh!"
Pitt sneered.
Around eight o'clock, the night deepened, and the guests began to leave.
Pitt saw off a friend and was displeased to find that Aniston still hadn't come downstairs. He gave an instruction and then headed up to the master bedroom.
The door to the master bedroom was tightly shut.
He pressed down on the handle but couldn't open it.
Knock, knock.
He knocked on the door and waited a minute, but it still wasn't opened.
"Jenny!"
He angrily pounded the door twice.
Creak~
Just as he was about to kick the door, it opened.
Aniston glanced at him and, wrapped in a towel, walked into the bathroom.
"Jenny, the party's not over yet. How can you just stay upstairs?"
Pitt looked around the bedroom and walked to the bathroom door, questioning her.
"This is your party. They're all your friends. What does it have to do with me?"
Aniston, lying in the large bathtub, lazily replied with her eyes closed.
Pitt's eye twitched, "Don't be so unreasonable!"
"..."
Aniston kept her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
Pitt stared at Aniston in the tub: her wet blonde hair, fair skin, rosy cheeks, and plump lips. For some reason, his mood grew worse.
"Fine, do whatever you want!"
He angrily slammed the door and left the bedroom.
After a while, Aniston slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the white wall, lost in thought for a moment.
Sigh
She shook her head and reached for her phone.
Beep, beep~
The night was bright with a full moon.
In the car, Luca quietly looked ahead at the night scene, flashing images of chaos in his mind—a small, elegant dressing room with dim lighting reflecting off the wardrobe, purse cabinet, carpet, and full-length mirror.
A layer of mist condensed on the large mirror.
Through the fog, two blurry figures could be seen reflected in the mirror, lying on the carpet, passionately intertwined, breathing heavily, hoarse and excited.
They ascended through sighs, fell through sobs, and merged into one in the dim light, completely lost in each other, unaware of exhaustion.
Luca shook his head, trying to shake off the image, feeling a bit conflicted.
He had always regarded Aniston as a friend, a role model, a senior. But what had just happened was wrong.
After this, how could he confidently face media scrutiny? How could he face Kate, Lima, and Aniston?
"Sigh, I should've resisted more,"
Luca touched his forehead. Did he drink too much?
Ring, ring~
His phone rang. After a moment's hesitation, he answered.
"Yes, Jenny, I'm in the car, and no one saw me,"
Luca slowly said.
Aniston seemed to chuckle but then fell silent again.
"Luca... I drank too much earlier and was feeling down. I acted impulsively, and my actions were rough. You're not mad at me, are you?"
Luca blushed. It felt strange hearing such words from a woman.
"Jenny, I'm not mad."
"Really? You're not going to report me for assaulting you, right?"
"Jenny, stop joking, okay?"
Luca wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
Aniston chuckled softly, "Alright, as long as you're not mad. I actually really like you, kid. You're handsome, sincere, funny, gentle, and caring. I wasn't just after your body."
Luca covered his face, unsure how to respond.
"Jenny, be serious, please. I'm driving. Do you want me to crash?"
"Haha, alright. Drive safely, and thanks for your comfort. I feel much better now, really."
Aniston sighed.
Luca smiled, feeling that although he had lost a little, it was worth it because Aniston's mood had improved.
"Jenny, I wasn't wearing protection earlier... you should be careful,"
Luca reminded her.
There was a brief silence on the other end, "Don't worry, I won't get pregnant."
Click~
The call ended.
Luca frowned, suddenly remembering that Aniston never had children. She and Pitt had been together for four or five years without a child, yet Jolie became pregnant within a year of dating Pitt. So the issue must lie with Aniston.
Could it be that she was infertile?
Luca sighed, feeling a little pity for her. He thought he should spend more time with her in the future.
But Lima was coming back the next day, so he had to stay home to avoid getting in trouble.
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