Chapter 46: Remember to Miss Me

"There are still difficulties, this period of entrepreneurship is not as easy as everyone imagines."
Steven leaned against the sofa in a well-fitted suit, with a relaxed posture but an upright back, appearing elegant and unrestrained.
"I was actually very anxious at the beginning. Back then, I could only sleep three or four hours a night, and sometimes...I am so busy that I just can't sleep, and I don't know if after the project is implemented, what awaits me will be failure or success."
"How do you overcome this psychological anxiety?"
"To be honest, there's no good solution." He interlocked his hands and gently placed them on his knees.
"Being too concerned about the outcome is inevitable to generate this kind of psychology."
"It seems that you are very persistent in pursuing success. Have you ever thought about accumulating experience and trying again in case of failure?"
"No, I generally don't leave myself a way out. If I want to do something, I give it my all."
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"From today's conversation, it can be seen that you are indeed a person with strong goals and execution capabilities, and you are also very strict with yourself. Is your attitude in life the same?"
"More or less."
"I'm curious about what the people around you think of you?"
"Um..." Steven lowered his gaze and thought for a moment, rarely smiling, "She often complains about me."
The reporter also laughed and jokingly said, "That's not good."
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Monica bit her straw, unconsciously drinking the beverage to the bottom, unable to suck out anything anymore. The plastic tube made a "sizzle" sound.
The progress bar reached the end, and the video froze at the final scene. Steven sat upright on the couch and looked intently into the camera from a distance.
She lowered her head, as if looking at him face to face through the screen.
He was even more resolute and meticulous than she had imagined. It seemed that there was no goal he set that he couldn't achieve.
This was completely opposite to her character.
Although it wasn't good to lose morale before the battle, she had the idea of retreating for the first time.
"Why do we have to play this game together?" Monica complained to herself.
"What game?" A gentle voice came from above.
She looked up and Lawrence sat down across from her, pulling out a chair, "I'm really sorry, did you wait for a long time?"
"No." She turned off her phone, "Are you done with your work?"
"Yes." He smiled, "The interview went smoothly."
She nodded, and silence fell between them again.
"Monica, actually today, I invited you here to ask you for a favor." Lawrence looked earnestly into her eyes.
"Because I am planning my own studio, and I want to shoot a new series with a different theme. I have shot a lot of scenes and objects before, but this time I want to try shooting people."
"I want to ask you to be my female model, can you?"
"It will be hung in my studio and will not leak in electronic version, so you don't have to worry," Monica said, rubbing the glass of her cup.
"When do we start shooting?" she asked.
"Whenever you're ready, my whole team is on standby," Lawrence replied.
Lawrence's invitation was truly tempting. He was one of the top photographers in the country, and he rarely took pictures of people. It was hard to hire him even if you had the money.
But this time, he was willing to make her the main character, and the concept images were so beautiful that she couldn't refuse.
"Before I went abroad, no one believed in my photography skills, but you always supported me. This is my gift to you," Lawrence said gently. "Give me a chance, Monica."
"I'll think about it," she replied.
After dinner, Lawrence drove her home. Instead of stopping at the front door, he took her to a small lake nearby.
They got out of the car, and the moonlight gently shimmered on the surface of the lake, creating ripples.
"Do you remember when we were kids? Whenever I came to your house, you used to bring me here," he pointed to the lake not far away.
"You found the adult conversations boring, so you would often escape here."
Monica also remembered those carefree childhood moments and smiled softly.
As the night wind blew, Lawrence stopped talking and looked at the side of Monica's face. He reached out to brush away the strands of hair that were blown out of place.
Suddenly, a loud car horn pierced through the night, startling both of them and interrupting Lawrence's action.
Monica turned around in surprise and could vaguely see a black car.
It was late at night, in a quiet residential area. Who would honk the horn so loudly?
Distracted by the sound, they both lost interest in staying by the lake. Lawrence escorted her back to the front door and waved goodbye. "Goodbye," he said.
Monica bid farewell to him and watched as he got into the car and disappeared into the night.
As if suddenly remembering something, she leaned forward to take a look. The black car was still parked there. Because it was far away and it was nighttime, she couldn't see the exact model or license plate clearly.
She felt puzzled but didn't dwell on it. She turned around and walked towards the yard.
Suddenly, the engine roared behind her. She turned her head again and saw that the car had reached the entrance gate and honked twice, making its intention very clear.
Monica recognized it as Steven's car and was surprised. She didn't understand why he would be here.
As she walked over and stood by the car, the window rolled down just in time, and a cold voice came out first.
"Do you like the view of the lake?" Steven asked.
Monica?
She asked, "Why are you here? Was that you who honked just now?"
Steven gestured for her to step back, then pushed open the car door and leaned against it. He raised an eyebrow at her and said, "What about it?"
"It's late at night, and such a loud horn can disturb the peace."
"Disturbing Mrs. Perez's peaceful date?"
Monica sensed the hostility in his tone and frowned.
"What are you talking about? He and I aren't in that kind of relationship. It's normal for friends to have a meal together and give each other a ride home, right?"
"In the end, she realized that she shouldn't have explained so much to him," But it's you who came to wait downstairs at my building so late at night, resembling a malicious person with bad intentions."
He straightened up, "Then I'll leave, goodnight."
"Are you leaving just like that?" Monica was stunned. She thought he would definitely do something to her.
A soft laugh filled the air as Steven took a step closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Is that enough?" he asked softly.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly.
Then his warm lips gently brushed against hers, a brief taste.
When she looked up and regained her senses, he had already stepped back, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek. "Go back quickly," he said.
He added, "Remember to think of me."
Steven really left.
After driving for so long, he had just come to see her, kissed her, and then turned around and left. It was completely unlike his style.
The game had already started, and she had prepared herself to face his unreasonable behavior, but she didn't expect him to be so calm and collected.
This calm Steven made her even more at a loss.
It was as if a tight rope holding her had suddenly been loosened.
She didn't know when this rope would be pulled tight by him, and the consequences of it being tightened would be her complete capture by him.