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Director Allen was a filmmaker with a keen eye and instantly understood his micro-expressions, saying unhappily, "I'm a talented man, do you understand? I published many articles in the newspaper when I was in college, and those girls were attracted to my talent."

"Not like so people, picking up girls just by their looks and body, and boasting shalessly in the dia about how strong they are, talking about several hours... If it were , I wouldn't be able to say it."

Link just shrugged his shoulders without objecting because the old man's words were too full of jealousy, like a pot of sauerkraut that had been fernting for seventy or eighty years.

When the plane landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was already past six in the evening, and the sky was growing dusk.

Because it is a basin, Paris in the sumr is hotter than its surroundings, like a little furnace. When he and Director Woody Allen walked out of the airport, they were imdiately hit by waves of heat that felt even hotter than Los Angeles.

Traveling from Paris to Cannes required flying to Nice, a coastal city in the south of France, and then taking a car to Cannes. Woody Allen, being of advanced age, couldn't handle the back-and-forth hassle and decided to rest in Paris for the night, planning to take the train to Cannes the next day.

Link had no objections, and after sending Director Woody Allen back to the hotel, he changed his clothes, got into the car that Bob had rented, and drove to Marion Cotillard's small villa located near the Luxembourg Gardens in the 6th arrondissent.

Outside the small villa, there was a plane tree avenue, a rose garden, a fountain, and many statues of historical figures. The environnt was quite pleasant.

When Link got out of the car, it was already dim. The lights along the plane tree avenue were dim, the rmaid fountain's lights flickered on and off, and the surroundings were quiet.

He put on his hat, said a couple of words to Bob and Wallace, and walked to the villa's entrance, ringing the doorbell.

A servant who had been waiting at the door opened it for him, politely saying, "Good evening, Mr. Baker."

Link had been here once in March, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.

He followed the maid up to the second-floor bedroom door, thanked her, and then pushed open the bedroom door.

With only a bedside lamp on, Marion Cotillard was leaning against the headboard, her golden-brown hair cascading down, holding a book in her hand with a glass of red wine on the bedside table.

Her face was a bit rounder than when he had last seen her, giving her a more gentle and soft appearance, mingling with her natural elegance and sex appeal. She seed even more enchanting.

"I just watched a video of you playing the piano at Los Angeles Airport. When you were singing 'All Of ,' were you thinking of ?" Marion Cotillard asked with a smile as she put down her book.

"Yes, you are a woman who fascinates deeply. Every ti I'm about to see you, I'm filled with an eager anticipation. When I was singing, I was also looking forward to the flight arriving early so that I could hold you tight," Link said, looking into her eyes with deep affection.

"My dear, then what are you waiting for?" Marion reached out her arms with a smile.

Link bent down and hugged her tightly, slling the scent of her perfu and the faint disinfectant from her hair.

Marion eagerly kissed him, and he fervently responded, his lips locking onto her moist, soft ones that had a hint of red wine.

After a long kiss, Marion leaned into his arms and said she could feel his love from his kisses, that he hadn't changed his heart.

Curiously, Link asked her why she thought he might change his heart?

Marion expressed her worry that the charm of a woman halves after giving birth, concerned that she might not be able to attract him anymore.

Link stroked her hair and reassured her she was overthinking; after she had the baby, he would only love her more.

Marion asked what he would think if the child wasn't his.

Link said he would feel jealous of that idiot Guillau but would still love her and the child.

Marion wrapped her arms around his neck and delivered another passionate kiss.

Seeing that Marion was a little tired, Link didn't insist on seeing the child imdiately. After a shower, he changed into pajamas that had been prepared earlier, and went to sleep talking with Marion in his arms.

The next morning, he saw the newborn in the nursery who had been born just two days earlier.

Curling up in the crib, a tiny bundle, the little one was asleep, eyes closed, breathing softly, with tiny hands occasionally moving about, like a little monkey.

Link stayed in the nursery for a while until Guillau, with a dark expression, called him out, telling him not to disturb Cassel's sleep.

Cassel was the na Guillau had picked for the child, as if worried Link might claim him, had registered the child's na right after birth.

Link went to chat with Guillau, asking about his current work situation.

Guillau used to be a leading French actor, having co-starred with DiCaprio in "The Beach," with Sophie Marceau in "One Night," with Marion Cotillard in "Love If You Dare," and worked with Emmanuelle Beart, Audrey Tautou, Keira Knightley and other stars, enjoying so fa in the international film scene.

In recent years he switched to directing and producing with moderate success, barely counting as a second-tier director in the French film industry.

Link asked if he could take good care of Cassel, offering to take the little one to the United States if he couldn't manage.

Guillau irritably replied that he could handle it and didn't need Link's interference.

Link inquired about the film company as he had also invested in Artist Film Business in France, with Guillau and Marion as shareholders. The three of them were also business partners.

Reluctantly, Guillau shared so information about the company.

Since last year, they had invested in two films, one of which was "The New Button War," starring him and currently finished production, expected to be released in September.

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