From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Marcia seemed slightly disappointed.

Rachel McAdams' appearance wasn't quite right, but the unique aura in her performance was refreshing, perhaps bringing a surprise.

As for Eva Green, her appearance was closer to Marcia's imagination of Keller, but the sharp edges of her personality in her performance were a bit uninteresting.

During auditions, actors are allowed to prepare their best scenes according to their expectations and imagination, focusing on showcasing themselves. However, Marcia was not satisfied with the image Eva presented.

Her naivety, her simplicity, everything was superficial, lacking depth or edges. However, in the script, every time Evan changes the past, reality changes accordingly, and Keller presents a completely different state.

Marcia couldn't see the potential in Eva to present the possibilities of different characters.

Regret.

But this time, Marcia didn't rush to a conclusion. She looked at Anson.

Anson noticed Marcia's gaze, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Marcia, however, seemed justified, her eyes and expression clearly saying: Isn't this why you came? What are you still standing there for?

Anson... couldn't refute.

However, Anson had no reason to refuse. Regardless of his friendship with Eva, for the sake of "The Butterfly Effect," he also hoped to find a suitable actress.

"...So, has everything been smooth this year?"

Anson didn't immediately enter performance mode but chatted with Eva casually.

Eva shrugged lightly, "Stuck in place. I'm still learning English, but now it seems I may not have a talent for languages."

Although Eva is French, in fact, her entire career has been mainly active in the United States and Britain, and she rarely appears in French films.

Therefore, in Anson's impression, Eva has always spoken English.

However, entering performance mode reveals that Eva's state is not fluent enough because her way of thinking is still French rather than English, so when presenting lines, you can feel a bit of rigid memorization.

Now, entering the free chat stage, Eva is a little more relaxed.

"Language requires practice, not talent," Anson said with a smile.

Eva was stunned, slightly raising her chin, "No wonder people always say the best way to learn a language is to fall in love."

After speaking, Eva's gaze fell on Anson, sizing him up meaningfully.

Anson noticed and a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth, "So you've never tried? I imagine, even in Los Angeles, you shouldn't lack pursuers."

"Pursuers, oppressors, businessmen exchanging benefits, are just variations of names, but how many are truly willing to give their hearts? I guess only fools would look for love in Hollywood," Eva glanced at Anson, her gaze finally landing on his eyes.

Anson revealed an interested expression, "I thought French people always believed in love. If not all, at least most do."

Eva shook her head gently, "French people believe in romance, not love."

Is there a difference between the two?

Anson savored the words carefully, slightly raising his chin, "I used to have a crush on you. Should I be glad or regret not confessing back then?"

Calm, frank, direct.

Without warning, Anson just said it like that.

Not to mention Eva, Marcia and Nicholas couldn't tell whether this was acting or reality, but it didn't stop them, two melon-eating masses, from enjoying the scene in front of them—

Opportunities are rare.

Eva blinked. After all, she is just a girl with no acting experience and harboring acting dreams. Looking at Anson in front of her, a super handsome guy standing at the top of the pyramid is confessing to her. Involuntarily, her heartbeat fell into a mess.

Beating wildly.

Unable to think, following her instincts.

Eva looked at Anson, "Used to? My understanding shouldn't be wrong, this is past tense, so, does that mean you don't like me now?"

This shows the difference in personality.

Anson was also stumped by Eva's question. The smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly shy, and he scratched his head bashfully, "Past tense represents the past state, but it doesn't explain the current state."

Eva widened her eyes, leaning forward slightly, "Then what is the current state?"

Anson noticed Eva's gaze, burning and scalding, falling on his cheek. He mustered the courage to look over, and the two people's eyes collided in the air.

A brief collision, sparks were burning.

Marcia couldn't help but hold her breath. Rarely, Anson was at a disadvantage, or rather, it was Evan.

Evan standing in front of Keller is always so at a loss.

But the shadows of Anson and Evan intertwined in front of her, making it unclear. Marcia tried to look at Eva, but this time the corner of her eye couldn't help but look at Anson.

Anson showed a restrained smile, "Are you currently dating anyone?"

Eva blinked, "Me?"

She was a little unsure. Subconsciously, Eva glanced at Marcia and Nicholas—

How should she answer?

Eva had no script and naturally knew nothing about Keller; but now, if she answered her own situation, it seemed like a complete mistake.

For a brief moment, Eva was slightly flustered, but Anson's expression and eyes were too relaxed and natural, which made Eva relax a little.

"...No."

After hesitating for a moment, Eva still gave the answer.

Anson's expression remained unchanged, staring at Eva intently, his eyes seeming to penetrate Eva's face and fall on her heart, scalding and burning.

"No? Are you habitually single?"

Eva looked up at Anson, and immediately crashed into Anson's eyes, "Am I habitually single?"

Her throat was a little dry.

Anson, "Yes."

Eva shifted her gaze, trying to think, but her brain couldn't keep up. She was a little confused, unsure whether this was a private chat or polite conversation, or part of the audition. This confusion made her unable to concentrate.

But when she looked at Anson again, her thoughts were quietly drawn into it, subconsciously answering, "I guess you could say that, habitually single."

"What about you?" Eva asked back, trying to regain the initiative.

Anson nodded lightly, "Yes, that's indeed the case."

"But it's not because I don't want to try..."

The words stopped here.

Eva looked up at Anson: But because of what?

But in Anson's eyes, she saw a hint of hesitation, just a brief pause in his eyes, difficult to interpret the specific emotions; but Eva saw a little fragility and weariness.

Perhaps, it's not because he doesn't want to try, but because he doesn't have the courage, or because he has lost the ability to try.

A faint sadness flowed gently in those blue eyes.

At this moment, all thoughts disappeared, and everyone else in the room disappeared. Eva couldn't help but want to explore the complexity in Anson's eyes.

A little carelessness, and she had already fallen.

Then.

Anson raised his eyes, the focus of his gaze re-gathering on Eva's face, eyes meeting, pupils reflecting each other's faces and expressions:

Flames, burning quietly.

One step, then another.

Anson walked towards Eva, finally stopping in front of her, his tall figure tightly wrapping her up, lowering his voice to ask.

"May I kiss you?"

Thump.

Her heart, stopped beating for a moment.