Chapter 2.2: This was how we met

Then, taking a deep breath, Claude mumbled a few times, "The gentleman does not accept the weak person," and soon, other things on the plane caught his attention, especially the 3000-foot-high sea of clouds halfway through.

Looking at the clouds, he smiled slightly. No matter what, he was now on cloud nine compared to the person he was two years ago.

Two years ago, when Claude worked hard to plough and hoe on each terraced field, every now and then, a peacock waddled through the muddy mountain trails enough to fill his eyes. He couldn't believe it. Some days, he can even fly.

"This is really satisfying." 

He thought to himself. But in those days, adding an egg for breakfast was enough to make him happy all day, but now it's too difficult to find something to make him happy, even for a minute.

The beautiful flight attendant gently pushed the car over and asked if he wanted to drink anything. Claude, like other models, did not dare drink any kind of water, just ordered a glass of water.

Drinking warm water, as if the cold lungs were also warmed up, makes the whole body no longer tense.

He leaned back in his chair, realizing that the person sitting next to him seemed to be fast asleep. Cyrus' breathing was even, his head was slightly tilted to his shoulder, and his long fingers rested on the armrest.

It was convenient for Claude to take a closer look at this man's ring. It was a round ring with a pattern and a few common bends, clearly, just a very ordinary European-style ring, yet worn on Cyrus' long, manicured finger, it also had a couple of special parts.

Claude sighed, half disappointed, half exclaimed. The ring that was worth less than six hundred dollars that he wore made people feel like it was a luxury item.

"It's a pity that Cyrus doesn't do modelling", he silently commented.

The hand Claude was staring at suddenly twitched. Claude jumped, immediately tense, afraid that this man with an unpleasant temperament would surely misunderstand what he was stalking.

Yet that hand immediately clenched into a fist, clenched so tight, so tight, that even the joints turned white.

It turns out, Cyrus was having a nightmare. Claude sighed. It turns out that someone as majestic as Cyrus also has nightmares.

"Because everyone has to fight to survive?". He surmised, then rang the bell to call the flight attendant, and softly asked for a blanket to cover Cyrus.

This movement woke Cyrus up. He took off his eyepatch and looked dreamily at the blanket on his body.

“You have nightmares? I'll cover you with blankets. My grandmother taught me that as long as your body is warmer, you won't have nightmares anymore." 

Claude frantically explained Surely Cyrus isn't mad about being disturbed by other people's sleep, is he?

In fact, Cyrus didn't intend to be angry, but for some reason, or perhaps instinctively, Claude Hemsworth felt that this man was extremely irritable, even about to explode at any moment.

Cyrus smiled and laughed, seemingly still not fully awake, so his eyes were lazy, exuding an indescribable sensuality. He said.

"That must be because your grandmother often doesn't have enough food and warm clothes."

Claude immediately shut his mouth, deciding from now until he got off the plane he wouldn't say another word to this man.

Fortunately, Cyrus is not the type to say many words. In the end, the two landed safely.

As soon as they got to the airport, they immediately met Bridget Elain. Today he wears a Scottish plaid suit with two rows of trendy Dior buttons, a tank top with a row of buttons, and the whole Western-style suit has a bit of wit, which goes very well with the hairstyle. in a romantic manner

Aaron laughed again as he told Claude.

"What a first-rate killer of old ladies!"

The guy emphasized the two words "old lady," making Claude Hemsworth laugh out loud.

Bridget Elain politely asked if they wanted to sit in their manager's car, and of course, Jason also politely asked the production company that had prepared a car to pick them up.

Bridget Elain did not press but implored Cyrus to go with him.

Anyone who is wise knows that he actually came to pick up Cyrus. At his most polite and polite to them, only Claude thought that no matter how fake Bridget Elain was, she was at least more polite than Cyrus.

Cyrus picked up the Follo canvas bag again and calmly said.

"Jason sent an assistant with me. Sitting in your car means I have to carry the bag myself."

After saying this, he turned to point at Claude and said.

"You, Claude Hemsworth, right? Come over here and carry my stuff."

Maybe Cyrus called that out of nowhere, and everyone's attention was drawn to him. Jason was forced to call.

"Jamie, I forgot about the pepper. Can you help Cyrus? Go and pack him." 

Then he exulted to Bridget Elain.

"That kid came from the countryside, so I asked him to go carry Cyrus’s things. Or, let the two of them take your car."

Bridget Elain is a big star, but Jason is also a manager. How can Bridget Elain not see Jason's fake smile? So he said.

"Okay, my place is crowded, messed up, and ruined by Cyrus's baby. Then I will die!"

So Jason retained Cyrus because, as a result of Claude's "labour exploitation," he was obliged to carry stuff.

He didn't shiver until he was able to put on the large Follo bag. He had no idea a bag could weigh that much. Cyrus took a slow stride forward. The bags were heavy, but that didn't matter because Claude Hemsworth was used to carrying even heavier things. He was frightened at first, but then carried them about casually. Cyrus cast a peek at Claude Hemsworth, who was still carrying a heavy backpack on his back and walking easily while chatting merrily with Aaron. Cyrus' brows lifted slightly.