From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Anson had a pair of unforgettable eyes, clear yet profound — a set of antonyms.

Clear, should mean you can see straight to the bottom; yet in the process of gazing, you inadvertently see your own reflection, clearly see your own expression and eyes, and then you can no longer study the secrets in those eyes, and you are lost in that boundless blue.

Profound and vast, you can't help but want to study them, but you always see your own appearance, inadvertently revealing a bit of shyness, and your heartbeat loses its rhythm.

Clearly a set of contradictory words, yet they collide and blend in one person, and so —

Confusion ensues.

At this moment, Eva felt exactly that.

Anson kept staring at her, unblinking. She couldn't help but raise her eyes to explore, but at the end of her exploration, she saw her own expression.

Eva felt a little flustered.

But she didn't want to admit defeat, didn't want to reveal her panic, and didn't want to admit her nervousness.

So, she maintained her smile, remained calm, and looked over generously, meeting his gaze with her own, quietly facing Anson's eyes.

However.

She unknowingly fell and sank little by little into those eyes, even holding her breath involuntarily before she realized it.

The next second, her heartbeat went haywire, and a wildly beating resonance surged in her mind.

Subconsciously averting her gaze to try to hide herself, she heard a deep and magnetic voice, slowly resonating like a cello.

"May I kiss you?"

Thump.

Her heart stopped beating for a moment.

Lifting her eyes, Eva crashed into that clear and bright azure, but her brain was controlled by panic and nervousness, and she hurriedly lowered her eyelids, immediately realizing her evasion —

This wasn't her.

This wasn't like her at all, so pathetic.

And so.

Eva raised her eyes again, looking at Anson again, the urge to immerse herself in him becoming more and more distinct, her heart leaping forward.

The next second, Eva took a step forward, opening her arms and wrapping them around Anson's neck.

Heck.

Marcia and Nicholas both held their breath.

They had never seen this scene in an audition.

Of course, this wasn't a rare occurrence in Hollywood, and there was no need to feign innocence; but it usually happened during screen tests, which required real acting and genuine engagement, not the first-round audition.

For the previous auditions, just striking a pose was enough, there was no need to get serious.

But right now!

The tension between Eva and Anson was palpable, making one's face flush and heart race.

Even the experienced Marcia was stunned and dumbfounded.

However, she still couldn't bear to blink.

Marcia stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, involuntarily swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

And what about the two protagonists?

Anson looked at Eva, so bold, so brave, and so direct. Her eyes blurred and hazily traced the contours of Anson's face, her lips carrying a faint smile, completing the contact with her eyes:

Eyes. Nose. Lips.

That gaze carried a gentle and delicate touch, leaving a slightly hot breath on the surface of Anson's cheek.

Silence spread between the two, their eyes entwined in communication, seemingly able to feel the push and pull, both refusing to bow their heads.

Eva tiptoed, her breath lightly brushing Anson's lips, fleetingly, and finally, she leaned close to Anson's ear and whispered.

"You shouldn't ask."

Was this a provocation to Anson?

Shouldn't he ask, but should... take action directly?

The corner of Anson's mouth lifted slightly, he could feel the scalding heat coming from Eva's wrist, almost burning his skin, and he also shifted his position closer to Eva's ear.

A pause.

It was clear that Eva's breath hitched, and the tension between them instantly reached its peak.

Then.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Anson opened his mouth, but didn't speak, instead simulating Eva's heartbeat —

Flustered. Intense. Almost about to explode.

Although on the surface Eva took the initiative, boldly reversing the situation, even bravely provoking Anson; in fact, she was completely flustered, her palms sweating, her heart pounding like a drum. She had to turn the tables and take the initiative, doing her best to hide her true emotions.

But she never expected that Anson would see through her.

The sound of the simulated heartbeat resonated softly and slowly on Eva's eardrums, seeming to hear the faint smile hidden deep in Anson's words, piercing her disguise with a hurricane-like effect, completely subverting the entire world without leaving any reaction time.

Terrible!

Eva was startled, suddenly raising her eyes and stumbling into Anson's eyes, seeing a hint of mischief and ease in that azure blue.

Heck.

Eva's heart was completely seized.

Like burning her arm, she pulled away, taking a small half-step back.

Her wildly beating heart made her internal organs churn as if she was about to vomit, but Eva looked up, fortunately, Anson didn't follow, but stood in place, quietly maintaining the distance.

This allowed Eva to calm down a little, quickly tucking the falling strands of hair behind her ears, only to realize that her ears were terribly hot, and she had to let her hair down again.

This scene fell into Marcia's eyes.

Because of the angle, Marcia didn't see the details of the two people's contact. She naturally assumed that the two had just completed a passionate lip contact, and their panting and flushed faces were even more suggestive, making her mouth dry with all sorts of thoughts in her mind.

Involuntarily, she stared intently, holding her breath.

However.

Her heart was pounding fiercely in her chest, almost breaking free.

Eva put down her right hand, her fingertips still able to feel the lingering heat, both annoyed and shy, both depressed and palpitating, all kinds of mixed emotions surging, but this kind of panic allowed Eva to break free from her shackles —

Anyway, she had already embarrassed herself, and there was no point in trying to salvage it now, so it was better to be frank, at least it wouldn't make herself more embarrassed.

She raised her head again, looking at Anson again, staring at those eyes again.

Then, she noticed it.

"Are you always so direct?" Eva asked, although her heartbeat was still erratic, and her slightly hoarse voice revealed her brief confusion; but now Eva had discovered something:

Anson was doing it on purpose.

He deliberately didn't hide it, looking directly and generously, such a direct gaze often made the other party shy, and any slight ripple could be exposed, so that they would try to cover it up in a flustered manner.

In the end, they would lose their composure.

So, Eva asked that question.

The corner of Anson's mouth lifted slightly, "I've been trying."

Eva didn't understand, she also looked at Anson.

Anson explained, "I'm used to waiting, and I'm used to hiding, and then one day, I decided not to continue like this."

It was both his past life and this life, and also Evan.

At this moment, the line between performance and reality had completely disappeared, the fake was also real, and the real was also fake, but no one could tell the difference.