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Chapter 237 Dual Personality
Chapter 237 Dual Personality
In a luxury mansion on the Upper East Side, in a spacious bathroom.
The marble floor was so shiny it reflected the light, and even though hot water was continuously flowing from the bathroom, creating a hazy mist in the air, Ernst could still clearly feel a slight coolness under his feet.
He was in a state of mental paralysis, repeatedly reviewing the ins and outs of the matter in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, as if he had accidentally wandered into the set of an absurd movie and been forcibly assigned the role of the main character.
It was simply because this woman looked so much like Charlize Theron, and with Brett's connection backing him up, that he subconsciously felt safe and secure, so he indulged himself for once, thinking it would just be a relaxing time.
But who would have thought that this doesn't look like Charlize Theron at all? This is practically the real Charlize Theron!
Can you understand that feeling?
You excitedly arranged a date with a girl who looks remarkably like Liu Yifei. At a crucial, lively moment, you jokingly and admiringly remark, "Honey, you look so much like Liu Yifei! They're practically identical!"
The other person, while trying to suppress her anger and showing a mix of shyness and obvious embarrassment, yelled through gritted teeth, "I am Liu Feifei, are you blind?"
Who could stand this? Putting aside how surreal it was that Liu Feifei herself was here, her tomboyish swearing alone had already created a huge crack in Ernst's perfect goddess image.
What's even more absurd is that the other person is looking at you with a serious expression, their eyes full of love.
We're all adults. When we go out to have fun, it's all about mutual consent. How did it suddenly come up with the topic of falling in love?
Just as Ernst was lost in his chaotic thoughts, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.
He turned around instinctively and saw the woman who called herself Charlize Theron walking in with a look of infatuation on her face.
Her eyes were filled with undisguised dependence, as if Ernst was her only support.
The woman approached step by step, and then without hesitation, she snuggled into Ernst's arms, tightly hugging his shoulders with both hands, greedily resting her head against his chest, and gently nuzzling him, looking just like a kitten seeking warmth.
That's why Ernst felt there was something wrong with this woman; although she didn't say anything sweet, her body language betrayed her.
You're the Queen of the Seraphim, how could you possibly act like such a timid woman?
Ernst gently nudged the woman in his arms, trying to make his tone sound as calm as possible. "Shouldn't we go somewhere else? Standing barefoot on the ground isn't very comfortable."
He really didn't want to stay in this awkward and strange atmosphere any longer; a change of scenery might help him clear his head a little.
Charlize Theron looked up, her face still flushed with the warmth of spring, her eyes dreamy and full of dependence, just like the women described in ancient novels who were meant to be cherished by their lords.
Ernst had no choice but to glance at the bathtub next to him. The water level was almost full, and the temperature was just right.
He then swept Charlize Theron up in his arms and the two of them lay down in the bathtub together.
The warm water enveloped his body, dispelling some of the chill and allowing Ernst's tense nerves to relax a little.
It doesn't matter anymore, let him love her if he wants, anyway he likes this woman quite a bit.
For no other reason than that he discovered she was a woman with a surprising personality.
Wasn't he supposed to be the Empress? Yet the woman before him was shy, delicate, and extremely dependent; she seemed completely unrelated to the Empress.
This stark contrast, like a bomb coated in sugar, is full of unknown allure, making Ernst unable to resist wanting to find out more.
Especially when Ernst helped her sit up, her helpless expression completely shattered Ernst's preconceived notions about her, making him find it even more amusing.
"Sit up," Ernst said, gesturing for Charlize Theron to sit up straight.
Charlize Theron, suppressing her inner shame, looked like she wanted to hide but had nowhere to hide, which made Ernst's lips curl into a wicked smile. His hands couldn't help but wander over her body, feeling her delicate and smooth skin, and he couldn't help but love it.
No wonder she's destined to be a top-tier actress in Hollywood; if she didn't have a few advantages, she wouldn't dare call herself a big star.
With her looks, which investor could resist the temptation? They would probably have willingly taken out their money to invest in her movies long ago.
Moreover, her figure is absolutely perfect in Ernst's eyes. It is neither as plump and robust as Connery's large frame, nor as slender and somewhat bony as Nicole Kidman's model figure.
This woman is slim where she should be, and curvy where she should be.
Her waist was slender and delicate, easily encircled by one hand.
She has a full, curvaceous bottom.
Her legs were long and straight, without an ounce of excess fat.
The two soaked in the bathtub for a long time before Ernst carried Charlize Theron back to their large bed in the bedroom.
Both of them felt exhausted, and Ernst decided to take a nap first to recharge.
I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a cell phone ringing.
He groggily reached for his phone, only to find that the ringtone wasn't coming from beside him.
Ernst opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the ringing. He saw Charlize Theron holding a cell phone on the dressing table not far away. She gave a brief reply and then hung up the phone.
She had her back to Ernst, but both of them could clearly see each other's expressions in the mirror.
Charlize Theron's face no longer held the shyness and dependence she had shown before; instead, it was filled with coldness and aloofness, and her eyes had become sharp.
"What is this?" Charlize Theron broke the silence first, her tone cold and distant. "A one-night stand? Or a big shot's plaything? Or just a game of chance?"
Ernst was completely stunned by the sudden questioning.
He even wondered if he was still half asleep and was hallucinating.
What does this mean? Are you denying everything just because you put on clothes?
Does she have a dual personality, and was that shy demeanor just now only one side of her personality? The contrast in her personality is too great!
One second she's like a docile kitten, clingy and dependent. The next second she transforms into a thorny rose, cold and aloof.
Ernst felt like he had been on a roller coaster, and just as he reached the highest point, he was suddenly thrown to the bottom.
However, this is the kind of demeanor Charlize Theron he envisioned, and it suits him perfectly.
Ernst sat up halfway in bed, put his arms behind his head, and looked at Charlize Theron with great interest, unsure of how to respond.
Charlize Theron's anger intensified upon seeing Ernst's nonchalant attitude.
So she slammed the comb she was holding onto the dressing table. "Men are all the same!"
Charlize Theron abruptly turned to Ernst, angrily saying, her eyes seemingly still misty as if she had suffered a great injustice, "I'll just consider myself as someone who got stabbed, and that's just bad luck."
"Damn it!" Ernst couldn't hold back any longer upon hearing this.
This is a serious insult to his male dignity.
Ernst abruptly threw off the blanket covering him and jumped off the bed naked.
He approached Charlize Theron step by step, exuding a powerful sense of pressure.
Charlize Theron leaned back involuntarily, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to sound calm, but her voice trembled slightly.
"Prove something." Ernst's tone was low and firm, his eyes fixed on her, giving her no chance to escape.
"Prove what?" Charlize Theron frowned.
"This proves you have a problem with your judgment and your assessment is inaccurate," Ernst said, enunciating each word clearly.
After saying this, Ernst had already walked up to Charlize Theron.
He looked down at her from a perfect angle, which allowed him to use his actions to refute her slander.
Without giving Charlize Theron any chance to react or resist, Ernst bent down and spoke instead of speaking.
"Ugh—you—you—made—my—hair—up—" Charlize Theron's resistance was quickly drowned out by a series of gasps. Her originally cold eyes became hazy again, and her tone became somewhat coquettish, completely different from the indifferent Empress Theron just now.
By the time the two calmed down again, it was already noon.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Charlize Theron nestled in Ernst's arms like a docile kitten, breathing evenly with a satisfied blush on her face.
Ernst gently stroked her delicate, smooth skin, feeling the warmth of her body in his arms, and asked, "You didn't know?"
"What do you know?" Charlize Theron's voice was languid, as if she had just woken up. Gone was the coldness and aloofness from before; it was now full of dependence and tenderness.
Ernst hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain this dual personality situation to the other party.
"Aren't you aware of your current state?"
Charlize Theron glanced down at her naked body, then looked up at Ernst, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.
She playfully patted Ernst's chest and said coquettishly, "Shameless! What nonsense are you thinking!"
Ernst rolled his eyes dramatically, thinking to himself, "What the hell was I thinking? I was clearly talking about personality clashes, you're the one who misunderstood!"
However, seeing the other person's shy appearance, Ernst was too lazy to dwell on the issue any longer.
Well, since the other party is unaware of this situation, and it doesn't seem to be affecting their normal life, let's just leave it at that.
After all, if Charlize Theron were as cold as she was in bed, he would really find it boring.
It's actually quite good this way. When I get out of bed, I'm full of confidence and charisma, just like a queen.
When it's time to get into bed, she instantly transforms into a cute, clingy, and docile little girl.
The two chatted in bed for a while longer when Ernst felt his stomach start to rumble, so he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He had assumed Charlize Theron would follow him into the bathroom as before, but when he reached the bathroom door and looked back, he found that she hadn't followed and was still lying on the bed, seemingly still savoring the tenderness they had just shared.
"He was probably too tired and fell asleep again," Ernst muttered to himself, not giving it much thought, and turned to walk into the bathroom.
It took Ernst about 10 minutes to finish washing up and come out of the bathroom.
But when he returned to the bedroom, he saw Charlize Theron already dressed in a silk robe, sitting upright in a chair by the bed, her hands crossed over her chest, her eyes cold, exuding an aura of power, just like an empress.
"What kind of behavior is it for a grown man to take such a slow and dawdling shower?" Charlize Theron said, her tone full of impatience.
After saying that, she stood up from the chair, walked past Ernst without looking at him, and went straight into the bathroom.
Ernst stood there, glanced back at the closed bathroom door, and was completely dumbfounded.
"What does that mean? Has it transformed again?"