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Rose is a passionate dream in every woman's heart. It blooms quietly in a woman's dream, sweet and romantic. Its charm and beauty are probably nothing else to reach in women's eyes.

This night, the charm of roses lasted forever in Sharapova's heart, and even tangled for a lifetime, becoming a complex.

Rose, it is not the touchstone of love, but it is indeed a catalyst.

Especially for a nineteen-year-old girl who is full of romantic fantasy.

The next morning, Sharapova got up very early, sat on the carpet in the living room with her hands and knees. Looking at the roses in the room, she was wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, and she couldn't help but fall into intoxication.

Just like the romantic and crazy night that made her intoxicated last night.

But Matthew didn't think so.

After washing up, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Sharapova sitting there, and sighed in his heart. This was a bad night.

Matthew had imagined it very well.

Due to his years of fitness and exercise, coupled with his natural relationship, he has strong hormone secretion and full of vitality. In the past, neither Rachel McAdams nor Jessica Alba were evenly matched and had to be slightly restrained every time. But after seeing Sharapova yesterday, he originally thought that Sharapova was tall and powerful, and was a leader in professional sports. If she could handle her, it would be a shocking war.

Especially the ecstasy scream on Sharapova on the court was simply shocking, resounding throughout the sky, and women who could make such roars must be extraordinary.

At first, he was worried that Sharapova's scream would spread throughout the floor, so that the incident he did for Sharapova would definitely cause trouble.

However, imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.

He tried his best to impress Sharapova, and after starting to communicate in depth, he realized that he was not only wrong, but also very wrong.

Who can imagine that Sharapova lies there, without moving, without responding, like...

Matthew searched in his head for a long time before finding a suitable adjective, just like "dead frog".

He could not imagine that Sharapova, whose voices could reach the sky on the court, was even more dull than a dull gourd.

This was his worst night since he arrived in North America, and he was sure that there would be no worse than this in the future.

God... Jesus... Satan... Buddha... Jade Emperor...

Matthew cursed the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and he had never regretted before... No, it was regret! Isn't it the beginning?

He rarely regrets doing things, and it is even rarer to regret it in the past.

But this morning, Matthew really regretted it. He shouldn't have watched Sharapova on the field. He fantasized that her scream could spread throughout the floor, and he shouldn't have made such a big move to hook up with Sharapova.

This was a terrible night!

On the living room carpet, Sharapova sat there, her eyes turning from the rose to Matthew. The tough lines carved from marble and the strong muscles that the white shirt could not cover up were much better than the rose.

And last night...the series of romance last night.

The young Maria Sharapova feels that she has found true love.

She noticed just now that Matthew was standing there, looking at herself motionlessly, without moving his eyes away from her, and just staring at it, all of a sudden, dazed...

It was obvious that he only had himself in his eyes.

Maria Sharapova has never been as happy as she is now. On the second day after she won the Grand Slam championship, she gained love again.

She originally wanted to talk to Matthew, but when she saw Matthew staring at her dazed, she didn't make a sound. She quietly sat on the thick carpet with her hands in her knees, admiring Matthew's beautiful figure and face.

Just like a man’s love for a woman, the first impression of a woman is also her face and figure.

The difference is that women will consider men's net worth and status more.

This is a country that looks at face and wealth.

No matter which one it is, Matthew is attractive enough.

After thinking about it all over the place, and complaining about it a hundred times in my heart, Matthew came to his senses and could only accept the facts of last night. After all, Maria Sharapova was still sitting opposite him.

"Maria." Matthew is still very gentlemanly. In recent years, his acting skills have grown, and he can perform easily and easily. "Are you hungry? I'll order breakfast."

Sharapova looked at Matthew, just laughing, but not speaking.

Matthew walked over and flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah..." Sharapova was intoxicated by the fantasy of romantic love, and came back to her senses, looked up at Matthew, and said, "What did you say?"

Matthew couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, and said again, "Let's have breakfast, I'll ask for breakfast."

Sharapova nodded, "Yeah."

Matthew went to inform the suite butler, and Sharapova followed him. When Matthew was about to finish breakfast, he leaned against him from behind and said, "Let's go to the men's singles final together in the afternoon?"

"Well..." Matthew pondered deliberately, and then said, "Sorry, Maria, I have other things to do today, I want to go to Rolex... I am the spokesperson of Rolex. I have a contract with them, and I'm afraid I can't go."

Going to Arthur Ashe Stadium with Sharapova, or the men's singles final, what a joke.

Although he never cared about gossip spreading all over the world, he had decided not to have a second in-depth exchange with Sharapova.

That kind of bad experience will make him regret it once, and it will be terrible if he does it again.

Sharapova was still immersed in her fantasy, and didn't care. She said, "I won't go to the men's singles finals anymore." She let go of Matthew and stretched, "Go back and have a good sleep. I'm exhausted recently."

After a few words of the two, the doorbell rang, Matthew went over to open the door, and a waiter brought the breakfast.

The room was full of roses, and the dining cart was inconvenient to enter and exit. The waiter brought the breakfast into the suite restaurant. Matthew pulled Sharapova for breakfast and was about to send her back.

Sharapova is different from the Hollywood actress that Matthew is used to. She eats a lot and eats more than he does.

"The helicopter was rented last night." Matthew didn't avoid this, "I left in the early morning. I've called a car to take you back."

"I'll just take the bus." Sharapova just finished eating, wiped her mouth with a napkin, reminding Matthew, "You haven't given what I want yet."

Matthew was stunned for a moment, then began to think about it, patted his forehead, and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot. You wait, I'll get it now."

"Yeah." Sharapova nodded.

Matthew found the autographed photo he prepared last night and handed it to Sharapova. Sharapova solemnly put it away, followed Matthew out of the suite, took the movie to the hotel lobby, and a black Mercedes-Benz sedan was already waiting in front of the turntable.

Mercedes-Benz is preparing to start a comprehensive and comprehensive cooperation with Matthew, sending a flagship business sedan to stand by 24 hours a day at the hotel where Matthew stays.

After leaving the hotel gate, a waiter opened the car door. Sharapova did not get in the car immediately. She turned around and looked at Matthew, looking reluctant.

"When will we see you again?" She looked at Matthew, full of anticipation.

Matthew replied seriously, "Wait until I finish my work these days, I'll call you."

"Yeah." Sharapova nodded, turned around and got into the car, and suddenly turned back, "Matthew..."

Just as Sharapova was about to get in the car, Matthew had noticed someone on the left holding a camera, as if he was shooting here, but he never cared about his gossip and scandals, and Helen Hermann was very reasonable. Gossip can make celebrities gain exposure and stay in the eyes of the media and the public.

So, seeing Sharapova turn around and look unbearable, he immediately took a step forward, gently kissed Sharapova, patted her thick and powerful back, and said, "Wait for my call."

Sharapova also noticed the paparazzi, but didn't care at all. She nodded and turned around to the car.

The black Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly drove away from the hotel door, and entered the traffic flow on Seventh Avenue, speeding forward, and quickly disappeared.

In the car, Sharapova took out the autographed photo, which was wearing Matthew's formal outfit, which was the charming look he had when he presented her with the award yesterday.

She likes this outfit from Matthew.

After looking at it for a while, Sharapova took out her phone, first found the phone call Matthew called last night, recorded it on the contact list, then placed the photo flat on her legs, turned on the phone camera, and took a few photos in succession.

She decided to upload these photos to her personal blog when she went back and let her fans share the joy together.

Matthew saw some paparazzi driving to chase the Mercedes-Benz, some were still taking photos of him, ignoring those people, turned around and entered the hotel, called the suite housekeeper, and asked the hotel to clean up the room full of roses.

In the next few days, he will still stay in New York and do not want to be with the room full of roses.

But what are you going to do today? Originally, he planned to watch the men's singles final. The Swiss Cow who reached the final was a tennis star he had known before, and also wanted to see the style of this emperor superstar.

It would be inappropriate to reject Sharapova and go to Arthur Ashe Stadium.

Although Sharapova said she would not go to the men's singles final, what if she went and the two met again? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Although I don’t want to have the next time with Sharapova, it’s best to avoid such embarrassment in the face to face.

Matthew came to the resting place in the first floor lobby and planned to sit for a while, wait until the upper room is cleaned up and go back to make up for the sleep.

Not long after sitting down, the phone suddenly rang. Matthew took a look and it was Helen Hermann.

"Hi, Helen." He answered the phone, "The sun is not out of Los Angeles yet? Call me so early."
Chapter completed!