Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 357 - 312: The Girl in the Bedroom

Thud!

The bus slowly came to a halt at the stop on 80th Street.

Link got off the bus; the sky was still drizzling, but the rain had lessened significantly.

He purchased a bouquet of multi-petaled tulips, a freshly baked cheese pizza, and some fresh vegetables and fruits at the Costco on the street corner, and returned to the Yorkville apartment with his purchases.

After Link had confirmed their relationship with Ivanka, they had discussed living arrangements several times.

The first matter was whether to live together.

Both agreed that they should live together.

Link enjoyed the lively atmosphere of having more people around, making it less lonely, and living with Ivanka meant enjoying the pleasant sight of her presence daily even if they couldn’t share a bed.

Ivanka felt that living together was convenient for discussing work and getting to know each other better.

The second issue was where to live?

Both Link and Ivanka owned properties in New York.

Her apartment was in the Woolworth Building, also known as the Billionaire’s Building, facing Manhattan’s busiest business district. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, one could look down on Wall Street and the Hudson River, with New York’s most bustling district as their backyard, boasting top-tier location and views.

This apartment was sold for 22 million US dollars in 2003, and was now unbuyable even with money.

Link had visited the apartment, which was decorated lavishly and filled with numerous artworks, resembling an art palace.

There were services like a butler, cleaning staff, a chef, security, and a florist available.

The conditions were superb, as though living inside a noble’s castle.

However, for Link, living in such a place felt restrictive, a sensation that had nothing to do with his financial status but was more about an ingrained lifestyle he couldn’t presently change.

He also wanted Ivanka to move to his Yorkville apartment, but the apartments there were too small to accommodate all her clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories.

After discussion, Link suggested buying a villa in Central Park’s wealthy district as their cohabitation spot, naturally funded by him as he wasn’t short of money for real estate.

Ivanka agreed and wanted to assist him personally in finding a house, picking out a top-class mansion for him.

They were still searching for the right property.

Before acquiring the villa, he would stay here, or he could stay at Ivanka’s place, wherever he wished.

As he opened the apartment door, the crystal chandelier in the living room lit up, brightening up the entire apartment which was opulently decorated as well.

Luxurious Italian furniture, hardwood floors, Swarovski crystal lamps, walls adorned with 500 US dollars per square meter high-end customized wallpaper, Turkish handmade wool carpets, and many paintings and sculptures in the study and living room which, although not antiques, were all genuine pieces priced at thousands of US dollars or more.

When he got the apartment, he had spent over 800,000 US dollars on its decorations intending to make it a love nest with Taylor, even specially preserving a baby room which ended up unused.

Just thinking about it irritated him.

Link, holding a brown paper bag, moved to the kitchen to sort the groceries into the fridge, filled the empty fruit bowl, and distributed the tulips into several vases on the counter.

Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~

The phone on the counter started ringing; Ivanka was calling.

"Ivanka, what’s up?"

Link held the phone with one hand while wiping the counter with a cloth.

"Has Emma Watson not left yet?"

Ivanka asked, her tone subdued.

"No, she’ll return to the set in the afternoon to film, and will likely leave before noon."

"Come to the Woolworth apartment this afternoon. I’ve bought some seafood and plan to cook at the apartment. How does that sound?"

"Are you going to cook personally?"

"Yes, I’ve learned cooking too, though I don’t do it often. I want to give it a try."

"Sounds great."

Link smiled lightly, telling Ivanka he would also head to the office in the afternoon, and they could meet there.

Ivanka agreed and asked him to be cautious when sending Emma off, to avoid being caught by the paparazzi.

Link smirked, acknowledging that he understood.

Emma Watson had recently been in the United States filming "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1."

The movie had started shooting in February, with filming locations in Britain and the United States; they filmed in Britain during March and April, and in May, Emma moved with the crew to America, sneaking off to spend a couple of days in Paris with him in between.

In the past few days, as the ’Private Video Copyright Infringement Case’ was adjudicated, Emma had taken leave to attend a press conference and celebration in New York, sneaking into his apartment afterward with him.

Ivanka knew about this but had never bothered about it.

Now that she brought it up, he felt a peculiar unease.

After putting down the phone, Link went to the bedroom and turned on the corner lamp by the bed. Under the big bed’s blanket was a curled-up petite figure.

"Emma, do you want to get up? If you wake up later, I can cook later."

Link shouted.

Emma Watson blinked her curved eyelashes, stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly pulled up the blanket to cover half of her face.

"Don’t look, I’m not wearing makeup."

"It doesn’t matter, I’ve seen your bare face, and it’s beautiful."

Link pinched her cheek.

Emma Watson was only twenty years old, with fair and tender skin, and delicate features, except for a few brown freckles beside her nose that made her look less than perfect, but the rest of her was quite nice.

She had a petite figure and soft skin, matched with her British lady-like demeanor, projecting a different kind of beauty from American actresses like Anne Hathaway and Megan Fox, which was also her distinctive trait.

"Then you should go out first, I need to get dressed."

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Emma said from behind the blanket.

"Alright!"

After preparing breakfast, Emma had also finished her ablutions and walked into the dining room from outside.

She wore a blue dress that revealed her delicate collarbones and fair arms, her golden brown hair freshly washed, adding a slight puffiness that made her cheeks appear smaller, only the size of a palm.

"It smells good, did you make all this?"

Emma surveyed the breakfast on the table and asked.

There was cheese ham pizza, fruit salad, two servings of seafood chowder, along with bread and fried eggs, all giving off a delicious aroma.

"Except for the pizza, I made everything, try it!"

Link put down the plate and said.

Emma tasted a spoonful of seafood soup, nodded her head, and said it was very delicious.

Link handed her a piece of bread and fruit syrup.

The two chatted while they ate.

Emma asked him if he really broke up with Taylor.

Link said it was true.

Emma asked if he blamed her for initiating the kiss in the changing room, leading to their breakup.

Link said no, the fault of breaking up with Taylor lay in his own inability to control his urges, and it had little to do with Emma; the video was merely the catalyst.

Emma then asked what his relationship with Ivanka was.

Link told her directly, they were a couple.

These days during the court hearings, he and Ivanka often entered and exited together, and although it wasn’t officially announced, the media were already speculating that they were a couple.

Emma seemed a bit disheartened upon hearing this.

Link didn’t comfort her, instead asking about her recent work schedule.

Emma said that after finishing Harry Potter, she planned to break into Hollywood and develop her career in the United States.

She had also recently taken on a script for an art film called The Perks of Being a Wallflower, directed by Stephen Chbosky from Rent.

There was a role very suitable for him, she asked if he’d like to try it and collaborate together.

Link thought about it, not having much impression of the script, but didn’t decline either, saying he’d decide after reading the script.

While they were eating breakfast, Emma’s assistant called. The assistant would come to pick her up in an hour, so she needed to be ready in advance.

Hearing that she had to leave soon, Emma was very reluctant to go, saying she wanted to come again.

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Link didn’t disappoint her.

He carried her and they did an aerobic exercise in the dining room.

Releasing all the pent-up energy he had accumulated on the bus ride.

Completely let it out.

During the exercise, he told Emma that he was not a good man, continually cheating even when having a girlfriend, being a true playboy.

She was a good girl, deserved a life of her own, and continuing to tangle with him would do her no good.

Emma, leaning in his arms, said she didn’t mind.

She had tried dating other men last year.

But when with those men, she couldn’t help but compare them to him.

She realized that the gap between them was even greater than that between humans and monkeys, boring and dull.

She wanted to continue dating him, even if just as lovers.

Link was somewhat pleased to hear her words.

But recalling another woman, that bit of pride vanished instantly, and a surge of anger welled up in him.