Part 2The Snow in New York

Next day.

I went to Carter's hotel early.

Agreed to meet at 8, they came down at 10.

Pretty girl held his arm, shyly complaining: "All blame you, why torment me in morning, later can't ski all blame you."

He lazily glanced at me, didn't speak.

I boarded the business van with wooden face.

Arrived at Aspen ski resort.

Lila looked at a row of muscular men providing carry-skiing service eyes shining, shaking Carter's arm said: "I want too, you carry me ski."

I timely opened mouth to promote: "We can provide drone follow-up shooting service, very photogenic."

Little girl more energetic, non-stop acting spoiled.

Carter however unmoved, he seriously picking snowboard, casually pointed: "You go find them carry, they are professional."

Lila stunned, moment later pouting: "You not jealous?"

Carter finally picked a snowboard.

Hearing words, smiling explained: "My vinegar jar not that big."

Added a sentence: "Be good, I haven't practiced, afraid hurting you."

Little girl mumbled "I don't believe, you afterwards definitely will find excuse torment me", gave up most classic carry-skiing project, obediently went to manager consult single shooting service.

I expressionlessly finished watching a familiar taming performance.

Little girl definitely thinks Carter is saying one thing meaning another, actually very cares he having intimate contact with other guys, so actively avoid suspicion.

Only I know, no.

Carter didn't lie.

He really doesn't like being jealous.

Sometimes the care he shows, is just twisted possessiveness at work.

Same possessiveness as towards a cat, a dog, an ear pick.

Stained with a bit of his breath, then not allow others touch.

Even if this thing is not important to him.

People too.