hollywood billionaire

Chapter 558 I was discovered by you

As soon as he sat down in the sedan chair, Han Yi dialed Barbara's UK number +44.

Good morning, baby.

After the bell rang three times, Han Yi heard a voice that had stirred his heart for quite some time on the plane.

Along with that, the faint background noise of conversation could be heard.

"Good morning." Han Yi was taken aback. "Are you working?"

"Yes." Barbara yawned loudly on the other end of the phone, prompting him to yawn as well. "There's a filming session in Paris, and I'm getting my makeup done right now."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I completely forgot."

Han Yi rubbed his throbbing temples. It seemed he really was a bit sleep-deprived, because he couldn't remember that Barbara had a gig today.

Didn't she start her vacation last week?
“It’s okay, my agency always arranges extra work at the last minute. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do on which day… Maybe I forgot to tell you.” Barbara smiled, then lowered her voice and said sweetly, “Anyway… I miss you, especially today.”

“Me too, baby.” Han Yi took a deep breath, barely suppressing the restless flames in his heart. “I’m sorry I have to stay in London for two days and can’t fly over to meet you right away… I have some meetings and work to finish before I rest.”

This business trip to London was definitely not just a carefully fabricated reason by Han Yi to deceive Xiaoru, Youzhen, and Maddie... Yes, that's right. Although the fact that "he needed to go to London in person to ensure the smooth registration of the music copyright fund" was false, since Antoine Gashe and Jordan Bromley had already arranged everything remotely for him, and he only needed to sign the documents, there was no need for him to make a physical trip, the fact that "other important meetings were arranged in London" was true.

Tomorrow, he will accept the invitation to meet with Turki al-Sheikh, Chairman of the Saudi General Entertainment Authority, who is also in London on business, and have dinner together. His purpose is twofold: firstly, to discuss the progress of the Wave Music Fund's preparations; and secondly, to discuss other ongoing projects and see if any of them align with Saudi Arabia's investment interests.

"Don't apologize. Didn't we promise each other that we wouldn't let this relationship affect our careers? Besides, I'm working too."

Barbara responded in a light and energetic tone.

"So, what's the matter with calling me? Just to check what I'm doing?"

"I'm calling to tell you that I miss you."

"Alright, all you do is sweet talk." Barbara chuckled on the other end of the phone. A French word seemed to come through the background, probably the makeup artist talking to her.

“It’s true!” Han Yi said very seriously. “I called not only to tell you how much I miss you, but also to tell you that I’m on my way to your apartment in London right now.”

“My apartment?” Barbara’s voice betrayed a hint of surprise. “Why? I’m not in London.”

"You forgot? Didn't you ask me to get a few things for you before?" Han Yi frowned, a little puzzled.

"Ah, right... I remember now! Sorry, I've been so busy lately, my mind's all jumbled up." Barbara drawled out her words, sounding as if she had just realized something. "Ummm... then let me know when you get there, and I'll tell you where the spare key is."

"Then I'll call you back later."

"Okay! But what should you do before hanging up?"

"Mwah." Han Yi spoke into the microphone, trying to keep his voice down so that Aiden, who was driving, wouldn't hear.

"Good girl." Barbara chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the thoughts of the staff around her, and returned a much louder and crisper kiss. "Mwah—bye-bye, call me back later, I'll have them do my lipstick first."

This little goblin.

Han Yi glanced at the screen that was still lit after he hung up the phone, and the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.

He kissed Youzhen, then Madison, and finally kissed Xiaoru for who knows how long... Although he had just spent forty-eight hours of sweet time with Xiaoru, and the two of them had indeed crossed the final line a little further, it was still a bit different from the wonderful final step.

Therefore, Han Yi, being a Scorpio, showed no signs of his incredibly strong desires diminishing in the slightest.

Now, being teased by the world's most flirtatious Hungarian witch...

No, no, I can't think about it anymore. I need to close my eyes and find a way to rest for a while!

Humans are strange like that. They can't fall asleep in first class on an airplane where they can lie flat at a 180-degree angle, but they can fall asleep instantly in the back seat of a car where they can't even straighten their necks.

When he opened his eyes again, the sign that came into view had changed from the well-known Harrods to a bar that even Londoners were not very familiar with, but which he missed like an old friend.

Phoenix Bar.

"Mr. Han, is this the place?"

Stopping at the alley entrance, Aiden glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and asked.

"The intersection of Smith Street and Woodford Street."

“Yes, this is it.” Han Yi nodded, rubbed his face, and sat up straight. “Thank you, Aiden.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Han.” Aiden pressed his hat brim and smiled. “There’s a parking space up ahead, so I’ll park there. Just call me when you’re done, and I’ll drive over.”

"Okay." Han Yi waved to Aiden, opened the car door, and stepped out of the sedan. The damp and chilly British air, even under the sunlight, made Han Yi pull his cashmere coat tighter around himself and quicken his pace.

"beep……"

"Hello again!" This time, the phone rang only once before Barbara answered, "Have you arrived yet?"

"We're here." Standing at the entrance of the milky-white apartment building, Han Yi looked around. "Where did you put the keys?"

Do you see that yellow flowerpot at the bottom of the steps?

"I see it... but there's no key?"

"Because the key isn't inside."

There's none below either.

"Since the key wasn't underneath, I just wanted to show you my new flowerpot. Isn't it pretty?"

“…It looks beautiful.” Han Yi’s right hand, which was holding the flowerpot, froze in mid-air. He replied with a wry smile, “It would look even better if you actually planted flowers in it.”

“Where would I find the time to grow flowers? I don’t even know how many months of the year I’ll be living in London… And don’t you think growing flowers in winter is torture for them?” Barbara paused for a moment. “Okay, now, go and look at that rug by the door.”

"Did you put it under the carpet?" Han Yi lifted the carpet, but there was nothing underneath. "Still nothing... Could someone have taken it? This way of storing keys is really dangerous. Don't forget, you're a glamorous supermodel; you have no idea how many people want to take advantage of you."

"Oh, really? Who's the glamorous supermodel? Say it again?"

"You." Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly, "But I'm serious, this is dangerous for you."

“It’s not dangerous, because I didn’t leave the keys there.” Barbara finally couldn’t help but burst into a series of exaggerated laughs. “This blanket was just bought recently, isn’t it pretty?”

"It looks nice." Despite being teased by Barbara again, Han Yi wasn't annoyed at all. He liked the quirky and mischievous personality of the Hungarian girl. "But why did you put the carpet outside?"

“So that guests can clean the soles of their shoes before entering my house,” Barbara said fiercely. “Do it quickly!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Han Yi carefully rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet. “Now, if you don’t tell me where the key is, I’m going to break through the window and get in.”

"Ha, great!" Barbara clapped and cheered on the other end of the phone, perhaps tilting her head and holding the phone between her neck and ear while she spoke. "Take a picture, I want to see it!"

“It’s immoral to continue making fun of me under these circumstances, Miss Pavin.” Han Yi deliberately sniffed, feigning pitifulness. “I only slept for less than three hours on the plane, and the first thing I did after landing in London was to come and help you with your things. How can you be so cruel to such a good boyfriend?”

"Okay, you are indeed a very good boyfriend, I admit that." Knowing that he was faking his pitiful state, Barbara still felt sorry for him because she could tell that her boyfriend probably hadn't slept well on the plane. "The key is on top of the lamp on the left side of the door."

“Frankly, this is the worst place.” Without even standing on tiptoe, Han Yi easily took the key from the transparent glass cover on top of the lamp. “I would rather you had hidden it under the carpet… Any normal person could find it here.”

"Then have you found it?"

"I'm not a normal person." Han Yi said, trying to make his girlfriend laugh, as he inserted the key into the lock, twisted and turned, and opened the door.

With a click, the door lock opened. Pushing open the door, a warm breeze carrying the scent of delicate perfume and dried fabric wafted out. Han Yi stepped inside, gently locking the door behind him to shut out the cold air from outside.

This row house, which he had only visited once but which had appeared in his dreams many times, came into Han Yi's view.

The interior was almost identical to when he first visited a few months ago. The main color scheme was still light beige and off-white, extending from the walls to the sofa, elegant and warm. The space was still quite tidy, with a few fashion magazines casually placed on the coffee table, exactly as he remembered it.

However, without the hostess's charming smile, this exquisite and cozy space was filled with a lingering loneliness.

Han Yi's gaze fell on the soft sofa, and he couldn't help but think of Fiyamu-Dervich.

Last time, his staunch "Yujin Party" bodyguard sat here, tactfully leaving him and Barbara some private space. His gaze, however, drifted involuntarily towards the staircase leading to the second floor.

The floodgates of memory opened instantly.

He could almost feel the warmth and softness of Barbara's arm as she hooked around his, and hear her lively, slightly boastful tone as she introduced him to her secret kingdom.

At that time, their relationship was just beginning to blossom, and every touch carried a tentative electric current, filling the air with a sense of novelty and unknown excitement.

His feelings about the house were more like those of an intruder, curious and exploring the private world of an international supermodel.

And now... he already has the key to this house and can push the door open and enter at any time.

From guest, he became half host.

Things remain the same, but people are gone.

No, the person is still the same, but the relationship is no longer what it used to be.

"What are you thinking about?" Barbara asked softly, sensing a hint of joy in her boyfriend's silence.

“I’m thinking… I like this room.”

Han Yi let out a long sigh of relief and said this. The flame that had been forcibly suppressed in the car had now transformed into a warm current, slowly flowing through his limbs and body, soothing the fatigue of the journey and the restlessness in his heart.

"It feels nice..."

"It feels like home."

“It is your home now.” Barbara’s voice on the other end of the phone hadn’t changed much, but Han Yi could almost picture her in his mind—biting her thumb nail lightly, with an uncontrollable smile of happiness on her lips.

"Alright, tell me, what do you need?" Han Yi let out a long sigh of relief. He took off his cashmere coat and casually draped it over the sofa armrest, just like Barbara had casually tossed her magazines on the coffee table. "They'd better be important."

“They are indeed very important,” Barbara replied. “Do you see that cabinet under the TV?”

"I saw it."

"There are two boxes of celecoxib inside, could you please get them for me?"

"Painkillers?" Han Yi frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

“Of course it’s menstrual cramps.” Barbara said casually. “It’s nothing. I have cramps every month when I have my period. Sometimes it’s milder, sometimes it’s more severe. I’m used to it.”

How serious can it be in severe cases?

“I’m not going to think about these things when I don’t have my period.” Barbara clearly didn’t want to talk about this topic and nimbly moved on. “Okay, besides the painkillers, there are a few other things. Go upstairs to the changing room.”

"Yes, ma'am." Han Yi stuffed the two boxes of medicine into his coat pocket and turned to walk towards the familiar staircase. He didn't press further, because these four girls were all incredibly stubborn and strong-willed, and none of them liked to show vulnerability in front of their partners. To explore this side of them, he had to use other methods.

"Alright, I'm here. This place has a better selection than any department store counter. Are you sure I can find everything?" Han Yi leaned against the doorframe and teased.

“Of course, follow my instructions.” Barbara’s voice was tinged with laughter. “Go to the leftmost row of wardrobes and open the door with the loungewear hanging there.”

Han Yi did as instructed, opening the cabinet door. Inside hung either silk robes or soft cashmere suits, exuding an air of lazy comfort.

"At the very back of those clothes, there's a gray school hoodie hanging there. Could you... bring it for me too?"

Han Yi was stunned for a moment. He reached out and pushed aside the clothes in front of him, and sure enough, he saw a gray school hoodie at the very back.

But that wasn't Barbara's school.

That was his school.

The three red letters printed on his chest—USC.

"Aren't these the clothes you casually took from my apartment before?"

“What do you mean by ‘just taking it’? That’s my trophy.” Barbara hummed smugly, a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment in her voice. “I’ve been sleeping in it every night since we last met.”

"is it?"

Han Yi took off the hoodie and gently sniffed it. It no longer smelled like himself, but rather like a mixture of Barbara's unique sweet body odor and the aromatherapy scent in the room.

"Because it smells like you, I sleep better when I wear it to bed."

Hearing these words, Han Yi felt a deep jolt to his heart. The weariness and restlessness he had felt earlier due to various trivial matters vanished completely at that moment.

He carefully folded the sweatshirt and held it in his arms, as if he could feel the warmth and longing of the girl in Paris through the garment.

"Two boxes of medicine, a sweatshirt... anything else?"

“There are two more things.” Barbara’s voice was even softer. “Go up to the third floor; they’re in the master bedroom.”

"it is good."

Han Yi walked to the end of the corridor on the third floor and stopped in front of the master bedroom door.

He grasped the doorknob and turned it gently.

The moment the door opened, Han Yi froze on the spot, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, his mind going completely blank.

His phone fell to the soft carpet with a thud, and Barbara's voice on the phone stopped abruptly, but it no longer mattered.

Because the person on the phone was sitting right in front of him.

On the off-white king's bed, Barbara casually leaned against the headboard, her long, slender, white legs crossed, a sly and alluring smile on her face as she quietly watched him.

She was wearing a fiery red, almost transparent lace lingerie set. The dazzling, intense red, like a burning flame, created an extreme visual impact against her snow-white skin, perfectly outlining her supermodel-level figure. Every curve exuded a fatal allure.

"Oh, you found out."

Seeing his stunned expression, Barbara finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. She winked at him playfully and seductively, her voice carrying a hint of smug laziness.

She slowly sat up in bed, barefoot, and walked towards him step by step on the soft carpet.

The fragrance that haunted his dreams became incredibly real and intense in the air.

She stopped in front of him, tilted her head slightly, and showed him her stunningly beautiful face. Her azure eyes shone like a star-studded night sky in the dim light.

"There are two things in this room that you need to take with you last..."

Her fingertips gently traced Han Yi's chest, igniting a shiver along the way.

"It's my kiss, and my love."

(End of this chapter)