Chapter Seventy-Five The Gate Was Locked

  Under the quiet night sky, Beverly Hills was like a sleepless city, shining with transparent lights. Ryan sat in his room, writing hastily, and occasionally a cool breeze would drift through the half-closed window.

  Even in November's chilly weather, Ryan liked the feeling, which kept his mind sharp at all times.

  What he is writing is not a novel or a script, but letters, letters to Natalie.

  Natalie is in New York and the two can only meet a few times a year, but they maintain their deep friendship through frequent letters and phone calls.

  "Dear Natalie, congratulations on winning the debate at school. Unfortunately, after knowing you for two whole years, you have never refuted me. Okay, this time I don't want to argue with you, let me tell you a piece of good news: Harry Potter 4 was finished by the end of last month and has been sent to the publisher. If everything goes smoothly, it will be published next year."

  "I'm currently writing a brand new script, and it's all about you! Want to know what it is? Haha, I won't tell you just yet, but let's just say this is a script specially prepared for you. I hope when the time comes, you won't refuse, because this story will make everyone in America recognize you, and it'll even make you an eternal classic!"

  "Ah, no... I shouldn't have used the word 'eternal'. In this ancient eastern land, it's a term used to describe fallen heroes. Also, I need to finalize the images for the characters in the script, can you mail over some recent photos..."

  It wasn't until she had filled up five pages of stationery that Ryan finally stopped, neatly arranging the letter and preparing to mail it tomorrow.

  As mentioned in the letter, as early as mid-last month, after two months of hard work, "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" was finally completed. The reason why it took so long is that he wrote several short stories intermittently during this period.

  The intention of these is very simple, to occupy some creative ideas in advance without causing too many spoilers, such as a handsome sports agent, and the future relationship between humans and computer networks.

  In addition, Goldsman also acquired the rights to adapt an old TV series "Mission: Impossible" and several films.

  In fact, he just took over Tom Cruise's works in the following years. If someone continues to make these movies without buying the copyright from him, it will absolutely constitute infringement.

  Another article about human-computer network relationships has a striking name - The Matrix!

  If Nicole Kidman wore a tight black leather suit, paired with her icy temperament, and showed off Chinese kung fu moves with a 360-degree flying kick, I wonder what the effect would be?

  This idea shouldn't be bad, Ryan inexplicably smiled and pulled open the drawer of his desk, taking out a $10,000 check.

  The manuscript fee comes from a short story recently published, called "Death Symbol", which tells the story of a man with amnesia who kills his wife. Ryan used two completely opposite clues to narrate, and these two clues are like tangled threads, making people's heads ache when they read them.

  To be honest, Ryan didn't like this kind of thing, he wrote it just to block some people's way.

  Of course, this is just the beginning, and there will be more works coming out later.

  Being a movie projectionist is a great and glorious profession, you don't have to change jobs, Ryan muttered to himself as he walked out of the house with the check.

  He is not yet an adult, to cash the check, a guardian's signature is required. Nicole has been busy with the play "The Sea of Heroes" recently, and she goes to the studio early every morning. If I don't look for her at night, it will probably drag on for several more days.

  The distance between the two people's rooms was considerable, and every time Ryan saw this, he felt a twinge in his heart, making him unconsciously think that since moving into this villa, he and Nicole had not been as close as before, sometimes even feeling a faint sense of estrangement.

  As Ryan walked to Nicole's room, he didn't knock on the door either. He turned the doorknob and was about to enter directly. For years, whether it was him or Nicole, entering each other's rooms was like entering their own, they never knocked on the door.

  However, the door didn't budge! This door which had never been locked before was actually... locked!

  Ryan's face changed for a moment, at night, without his and Nicole's permission, the maid would never go upstairs. Before, he often came to find Nicole, she had never locked the door, now who was she guarding against?

  He always thought that even if fifty years had passed, this door would still be open for him.

  In the flicker of his eyes, Ryan's suppressed thoughts surged up again, fortunately he had strong self-control and didn't lose himself, after taking a long deep breath, he lightly knocked on the door.

  "Rye..." Nicole's voice seemed a bit off, sounding both tense and flustered. "Wait, I'll be right there."

  "Nicole, what are you doing?" Ryan furrowed his brow, it was almost two minutes now, she should have arrived even if she was taking a bath.

  "I'm here."

  With a creak, the door opened and Nicole Kidman let him in.

  There seems to be a different kind of atmosphere in the room, unlike any that Ryan had smelled before. His eyes quickly scanned over the Australian girl, and he found Nicole looking somewhat strange.

  Her originally pale face had turned rosy, as if she had drunk too much, the cotton thin nightgown wrapped around her body was twisted and seemed to have just been put on, from the two points protruding from her chest, it could be seen that she probably wasn't wearing a bra.

  Most importantly, her eyes wandered and didn't make eye contact with herself at all.

  It's really too strange!

  Whether it was the atmosphere in the room or Nicole's behavior, Ryan had a strange feeling and didn't say anything, walking towards Nicole's large bed.

  "Ray... Rayen, are you looking for me?" Nicole suddenly spoke up.

  "Is something wrong?" Ryan was taken aback; he came to her room as naturally as drinking water and eating food, what's gotten into her?

  Nikki quietly walked over, pulled him towards the fabric sofa, and blocked the open bedside cabinet with her body. With her bare feet, she silently closed the cabinet door without leaving any marks.

  But Ryan's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen the open low cabinet, which seemed to have a photo frame in it, and something like a cigarette box underneath. He shook his head, didn't think much of it, and let Nicole Kidman pull him onto the sofa.

  "Nicole, this check needs your signature." Ryan handed over the check in his hand.

  "You came so late just for this?" Nicole signed and handed it over to him.

  "Late? It's not even ten yet." Ryan looked at the girl who was all over him with a strange aura, "Nico, you're not quite yourself tonight, what happened?"

  As he said that, Ryan reached out to touch her forehead, but the Australian girl seemed reluctant to let him touch her and leaned back slightly, dodging away.

  Ryan stared blankly at his empty hand, and suddenly a strong sense of loss surged up. He had finally grown up, and in the other person's eyes, there was a distinction between men and women. It was just that this feeling was really... terrible.

  When did it start, two people who could lie in bed together and sleep, unknowingly developed a rift between them. She was the most important person to him, he didn't want any distance from her, he didn't want to be apart from her in the future.

  Her... Ryan's hand trembled involuntarily, she is mine!

  The thoughts in his heart surged out like a tide, the hard-won defense line appeared with a huge gap. Ryan closed his eyes forcefully, forcing himself not to look at that cold and elegant face again. He was afraid! More afraid than he had ever been! He feared that he would impulsively say something irretrievable, do something that would offend her.

  That would make it impossible for them to even be siblings.

  "Ryan, what's wrong?" This time it was Nicole who was surprised. She could feel it, Ryan's emotions were fluctuating.

  She stretched out her hand, seemingly wanting to hold Ryan in her arms as usual, but suddenly remembered what had just happened in the bedroom. Her heart, which had not yet calmed down, was suddenly shaken again. She used all her willpower to withdraw her arm.

  The beauty's face grew redder, her eyes seeming to reveal madness and confusion. She leaned back on the sofa, gently closing her eyes, her thoughts grasping like a tightened steel claw, controlling her emotions.

  She slowly opened her eyes, and the room was empty, Ryan had long gone, a bitter smile spread across her face.

  Maybe... maybe I should take Judy Foster's advice? Nicole shook her head, having been friends with Judy Foster for over a year now, how could she not know her secret, and besides, the other party had half-seduced and half-enticed her to make some suggestions.

  Acting seems like a glamorous profession, but behind the fame and fortune is immense pressure, frequently putting oneself into another person's world, and it's extremely difficult for tense nerves to relax.

  Nicole Kidman's pressure was doubled, she knew that in her heart there was a growing shadow, what if it was discovered, how would he look at her...

  Oh God, what should I do! She muttered to herself as she opened the bedside drawer.

  The tinkling piano sound suddenly rang out, Nicole Kidman narrowed her eyes and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke. She knew it was the most important person to her playing, but why was what was originally a lively Moonlight Sonata so melancholic?

  With a loud thud, Ryan's hands heavily fell on the black and white keys, his chest heaving constantly, as he slowly regained clarity, it seemed that those thoughts that shouldn't have been there were all vented out with the music.

  What is Nicole thinking about? Ryan asked himself if he knew her well, but a woman's thoughts are even more mysterious than God...

  In a daze, Rui En walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and let the icy water pour down her body, extinguishing the flames that shouldn't be in her heart.

  Everything will be back to normal tomorrow! Ryan told himself as he walked out of the bathroom, trying not to face his inner delusions.

  However, he never understood a principle: the more some thoughts are suppressed, the more violently they will rebound.

  It's already three o'clock in the morning, I've been typing away in front of the computer, preparing to watch a story about an assassin being killed by a loli... Please collect and recommend!