The rain outside the window was pattering, hitting the windows and jumping continuously.

Thick dark clouds squeezed the moon, covering up its afterglow. It was so heavy that it seemed as if it was about to fall, and it was so oppressive that it seemed as if the whole world was silent.

In the dark bedroom, Abel, who was not very sleepy at first, opened his eyes.

He looked at Penélope Cruz who was curled up in his arms, her long eyelashes closed, and she was sleeping soundly with a sweet smile.

He looked up and scanned again, and found Sophie Marceau, who was also sleeping soundly, on the left side of Simmons in the hotel room.

Finally he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

The clock showed that it was already three o'clock in the evening.

That is, five hours have passed since Vivendi's cocktail party ended.

"Papa~"

He gently hit Penelope Cruz's peach a few times.

Spain’s national treasure goddess knows nothing and has not even woken up.

She looked very tired, slept very sweetly, and even snored lightly.

Abel smiled and shook his head slightly, broke away from her arm holding his leg, and walked off Simmons.

He went to the telephone on the bedside table and pressed 1 to dial.

After the call was connected, Abel said softly: "It's me, send me a new set of clothes. Prepare the motorcade, we are going to Orly Airport."

On the other side of the phone, Edward's voice came.

After hearing the confirmation, Abel walked into the bathroom next to him.

More than ten minutes later.

Abel walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Before leaving the bedroom, he looked back at Penélope Cruz and Sophie Marceau.

Then he stopped lingering and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room of the hotel suite outside the bedroom.

Doni and another female bodyguard were holding clothes and looking at the naked boss who came out.

The two of them didn't have any strange reaction and took the initiative to help Abel get dressed.

While accepting their service, Abel said to Tony:

"Leave one person behind. Tell them that they can go to Hollywood now. MGM will at least provide them with a good opportunity. Or let them go to Venice to find me."

Tony nodded in agreement.

After Abel got dressed, he left the high-end suite of the Saint-Ouen Marché Hotel without looking back.

Only one female bodyguard was left in the living room to watch over the two European goddesses when they woke up the next day.

Abel himself left the Machopsey Hotel in St. Oen late at night.

At the door of the hotel, I got on my motorcade and left the 18th arrondissement of Paris.

The convoy did not return to the 16th arrondissement, but went to Orly Airport.

Orly Airport is one of the three major airports in Paris, namely Charles de Gaulle International Airport, Orly Airport and Beauvais Airport.

In the VIP departure lounge of Orly Airport, Abel met Jessica Albadan, whom he had not seen for many days.

Jessica wore casual casual clothes.

She wore a beige T-shirt on her upper body, and her fair and plump arms were folded across her chest, blocking the view of any outsiders.

However, a portion of her waist is exposed, a small waist as white as jade, which makes the long legs highlighted by the tight low-waisted trousers look intoxicating.

As soon as she saw Abel appear, she jumped up happily and ran towards him.

Halfway through the trot, when he was more than a meter away, she jumped up and pounced on him.

This scene broke the hearts of the men waiting in the VIP waiting room like her late at night.

You must know that just now, at least half of these men were dreaming about having a wonderful encounter with her.

There were also people who took action before Abel came.

But before she even got close, she was stopped by her bodyguards.

It almost caused a conflict.

After all, the people who can sit in this VIP post-production room have some status and achievements.

Now that they see this scene, most people have completely given up.

It's useless even if there are some people who don't give up.

Jessica was already holding Abel's arm excitedly, and the group of people were waiting to walk outside.

".Dear, I miss you so much."

"Me too."

"Wuma~"

Jessica Alba, who was held in Abel's arms, walked almost every few steps.

I wanted to say a few words to him, then jump up and kiss him.

When I walked out of the airport and got into the Cadillac.

She couldn't wait any longer and climbed onto Abel's lap in the trunk.

A pair of long legs wrapped around his waist.

Edward in front immediately and wisely raised the partition between the rear compartment and the front compartment.

Let the place less than one meter away from the front and back become two worlds completely isolated from sight and sound.

At this time, looking from the outside, you can see this Cadillac with an American license plate.

It walked a little unsteadily on the streets of Paris late at night.

It looks like there is something wrong with the vehicle's suspension system.

Wait until about six o'clock, when the sky is almost light.

A few days before the convoy came to Abel, they stayed at the Pullman Paris Defense Hotel.

It's still the same room, but little Laura has returned to the United States.

Anne and Amo Alamuddin may still be sleeping in their mansion in District 16.

Naturally, the only person who can move in with Abel is Jessica Alba.

Jessica was almost carried out of the car by Abel.

As soon as she entered the room, she ran to the bathroom.

After entering, she immediately washed herself.

After washing, he took out a breath, laughed at himself and said to himself:

"It's over, why are you in the car?"

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, with her crimson and soft face, and her eyes almost watered.

All right.

I just want him.

Seeing herself like this, Jessica admitted openly.

This is normal, Jessica thinks. Who calls him her first love?

Wait until the lens returns to normal.

It's already past nine o'clock in the morning.

What happened to Annie and Amo Alamuddin yesterday afternoon.

Now it's happening to Jessica Alba too.

Before going out, Abel glanced at the sleeping mixed-race beauty.

He couldn't help but touch his waist.

In less than twenty-four hours, five top European and American goddesses were defeated.

If it were a normal person, even with such power and separation, he would be able to bring such happiness.

There is absolutely no way to enjoy it.

A good waist is the hard truth.

He then headed to Orly Airport again.

I got on Jessica Alba's Gulfstream G400 "Jessica" and arrived in London, England before 11 o'clock.
To be continued...