Having left Warner Bros. Studios, Martin got in the Escalade and drove Annie straight to Marmont Hotel on Sunset Boulevard.
In the rearview mirror, in addition to Bruce's Volkswagen, another car had started following them.
Martin had seen that car several tis when he had clandestine hotel etings; it was Jolie's.
It seed she was heavily invested in her ga, even resorting to tailing him.
Annie also noticed the Volkswagen behind them, "That car has been following us since Burbank."
Martin explained, "That's Bruce, my bodyguard and manager. After the incident at Burbank Middle School, he's been following all the ti."
Annie glanced at Martin and thinking about how he was the hero of this city, she felt that the aura drawing people's eyes to him had gained another layer.
Arriving at the Marmont Hotel, Martin drove straight into the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the second floor with Annie.
Annie automatically clung to Martin's arm as naturally as a real couple would.
During the afternoon's rehearsal, she had specifically ntioned wanting to develop that romantic feeling between the leads ahead of ti.
Once inside the restaurant and at their reserved table, Martin handed a nu to Annie and they ordered their als.
Annie made a point of saying, "Tonight, it's my treat."
Martin replied, "Alright, I won't argue with you."
Annie was thinking long-term, "Next ti, you can treat ."
From preparation to filming and then to release, Endless would take at least a year, during which they would undoubtedly cross paths often. Annie didn't plan to dine with Martin only once.
Martin handed the nu back to the waiter and once the waiter had left, he said, "To have dinner with my goddess, it used to only happen in my dreams."
Annie asked, "Do you really like ... I an, Rachel?"
"Of course, I've said it before, you accompanied through my entire adolescence!" Martin said without hesitation, "In the house where I lived in Atlanta, I had posters up, Rachel's posters covered my entire bedroom! When I opened my eyes, it was you. When I closed them, it was still you. Even in my dreams, it was you."
Annie, a woman who had been married, naturally blurted out, "Be honest, did you do anything bad in front of my poster?"
Martin just smiled, but he didn't answer.
Because he never did such a thing; there wasn't a single Rachel poster in his Atlanta ho.
"You little rascal!" Annie decided to teach the young pup a lesson, "Co on, confess! If not, I'll have to administer so severe torture!"
She picked up a table knife, "Or else..."
Martin cooperatively raised his hands, "Really, there wasn't any. What could I possibly do to a poster? I'm not a pervert."
Annie leaned forward with a drawn-out voice, "Really?"
The smile suddenly vanished from Martin's face, becoming serious.
Annie's brows slightly furrowed. Was the puppy really so sensitive to teasing?
Martin said in a low voice, "Pitt's here."
Annie realized what was going on, and following Martin's gaze, she saw Pitt with his manager entering the restaurant, sitting down at a table about a dozen ters away.
Martin took the initiative and said, "Jen, should we go sowhere else?" He seed extra considerate, "It's not that I'm afraid of him, but I'm worried he might co over and disturb you, ruining your good mood."
Annie had been inwardly sighing about her ill-fortune at running into Pitt, the creep, but hearing Martin's words instead invigorated her, "Why should we leave? Do we have to hide every ti he shows up?"
"That's not what I an." Martin said with an apologetic smile and he clarified, "He attacked last ti because of the rumors spread by the tabloids. Jen, I just don't want to put you in a difficult position."
Annie found that this affectionate pup didn't need much training. She reached out and patted the back of Martin's hand consolingly, "I'm divorced from him, even if we really had sothing, it would be none of his business."
Martin clasped Annie's hand back, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
Annie glanced again at Pitt's table and noticed he was staring at her and Martin. She held Martin's hand on the table and said, "About the incident at Avalon Bar, I'm sorry that you were put in that position, I..."
Her words got stuck in her throat before she could finish.
Because Annie noticed that at a table in a far corner, a woman had pulled out a chair and sat down alone.
Angelina Jolie!
It looked like Jolie hadn't noticed her; she was just talking to a waiter.
Internally, Annie cursed a storm, also cursing her luck. She had finally managed a dinner with Martin, and it just so happened to coincide with her running into both Jolie and Pitt, those two dogs.
"What's wrong?" Martin asked with concern.
Annie thought Jolie was too far away for Martin to have noticed, so with the capability of an actress, she naturally said, "About last ti, I want to apologize for getting you involved in so much trouble."
"No, Jen, I can't accept that," Martin interjected before she could continue, adding, "You have nothing to do with him now, and you shouldn't apologize to anyone for his stupidity and arrogance."
Annie nodded in appreciation.
At that mont, she sensed sothing off and turned her gaze slightly, only to realize that Jolie had spotted her and was looking in their direction.
Jolie suddenly raised her glass to her, posing like the winner she always did.
A lifeti's career in acting ensured Annie didn't let any emotion show on her face. She continued to chat warmly with Martin, occasionally scratching the palm of the hand she was holding under the table.
Martin was laughing heartily, like a puppy that had got its milk.
When the al arrived, Jolie had no appetite, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the intimately dining couple.
She was struggling to contain herself, as if in the midst of flas, her face nearly contorting.
At the sa ti, he cursed inwardly: Is this kind of ga fun? Pervert!
Annie noticed the change on Jolie's face, set down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth, guessing that the wretched woman was likely so furious that her expression was distorted.
The restaurant was filled with celebrities; she had to consider her image, self-respect, and face, so she could only hold back.
At that mont, Annie felt much more comfortable inside; she almost wanted to laugh out loud.
Jolie had stolen from her, and now she had spirited away sothing from Jolie in return. Was there a problem with that?
Annie raised her head, appearing to smile at Martin, but in reality, she was smiling at Jolie.
She noticed that Martin was particularly interested in the at, picked up her knife and fork and cut off a small piece of tender lamb chop, and brought it to Martin's mouth: "Try this, it's made really well."
Martin nodded and bit into the at.
Annie also cut a piece of at, forked it into her mouth, and deliberately kept the fork there.
Martin had a crazy female fan acting as his live-in teacher, and like an infatuated male fan, he just stared blankly at Annie.
Taking advantage of the mont Martin looked down, Annie deliberately glanced at Jolie and saw that Jolie's face was even more twisted.
From her angle, Jolie's face looked like it was about to explode with rage.
Jolie picked up her chilled red wine and gulped it down, managing to suppress so of her fury.
anwhile, the food in front of Pitt had not been touched at all.
He was holding a dinner knife in one hand and a fork in the other, gripping them so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
There before his eyes, Annie was actually feeding Martin of her own volition!
What was even more infuriating was that the two of them didn't even glance his way, treating him, Brad Pitt, like he was thin air.
The manager quickly advised, "Don't be rash; she's just your ex-wife now, you're divorced."
Pitt growled, "But I want to win her back!"
"If you do nothing now, you might still have a chance," the manager could only try to persuade. "If you really do sothing, you'll have no hope at all."
Suddenly, Pitt's eyes widened as he realized that the shaless pair was moving closer together; Annie let Martin kiss her cheek unrestrained.
Assholes!
He felt so weighed down by the heaviness on his neck that he could hardly lift his head.
The manager noticed too and suggested, "Let's leave first."
Pitt shook his head when he noticed that Martin and Annie were looking his way at the sa ti.
Martin smiled and nodded politely at Pitt, as if to greet him.
When Annie looked at Pitt, the smile on her face vanished, as cold as a block of ice.
Pitt said to the manager, "Let's wait a bit before leaving."
After the pair settled the bill, so did he.
After they left the restaurant for the hotel lobby, he followed them into the lobby.
Then he noticed Annie got a hotel room and walked into the elevator with Martin arm in arm.
What would happen next, Pitt didn't need to think to know.
He walked forward numbly to the lounge area and sat down abruptly on a sofa chair.
The manager was about to speak but, seeing Pitt's distraught face, decided it was best to say nothing.
Then Pitt spotted Jolie; Jolie approached the front desk in the lobby and also got a room, as if she was hiding from soone. She waited a while before entering the elevator area.
What was going on? Was Jolie coming to catch them in the act? No, that couldn't be right; Martin Davis's official girlfriend wasn't Jolie.
Nor did Jolie look like it.
Pitt, who knew Jolie better than Annie, could tell that Jolie was obviously extrely excited.
Just after Martin and his companion had gone up, Jolie followed...
Pitt thought of a possibility, sprang to his feet, and then slumped back down, muttering to himself, "How can they... How can they be so shaless?"
The manager didn't understand what Pitt ant.
Pitt slowly stood up, calling out, "Let's go."
Seeing that he was willing to leave, the manager finally breathed a sigh of relief; he had been worried all evening that Pitt might again barge in only to be thoroughly beaten up by Martin Davis.
Pitt left the Marmont Hotel and headed to a nearby parking lot where he gave a kick to a car tire, causing a thudding sound.
The manager did not stop him; Pitt needed to vent.
Before Pitt could land a second kick, his mobile phone rang in his pocket.
Pulling it out, he saw it was a landline number and answered, "This is Brad Pitt."
"From now on, stay the hell away from !" The voice of Annie burst through the receiver, full of urgency and thick with emotion: "I don't want to see you ever again, I have nothing to do with you, knowing you was the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life!"
With a flick of his wrist, Pitt smashed the phone to the ground and let out a roar of fury at the sky!
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