Leaving Wall Street, Ryan came to the New York Public Theater. It was just the right time for the drama on the stage to begin.

This is produced by the New York Public Theatre, directed by Mike Knicks, and is a classic play called Seagull from Chekhov.

As the actors appeared one by one, Ryan naturally focused on the people who were most familiar on the stage, in which Natalie played an important role.

Following "The Diary of Anne Frank", the Long Island girl used her summer vacation to choose Broadway again.

Of course, this time she was far less eye-catching than Anne's diary, after all, there was Meryl Streep on the same stage.

"Miss Natalie Portman has made an appointment."

When the show ended, Ryan came directly to the entrance of the backstage, "Can you let me go?"

"When...of course."

The staff here took out their pens and notebooks in a magic trick, and after Ryan signed the signature, they quickly flashed aside.

Before coming to the dressing room of several protagonists, Ryan took the flowers from the bodyguard and knocked on the door of Natalie.

"who?"

The door was opened from inside. It was Natalie's female assistant. Seeing that the person coming was Ryan, she let him in.

"Hi Nat."

Ryan waved to the girl who was removing her makeup and placed the flower on the table in front of her, "Your performance is amazing."

"You watched the whole audience?"

Brown eyes looked at Ryan from the mirror, and when he saw him nodding, he said again, "I thought you always like to come when the show ended."

"Hey, my dear." Ryan spread his hands helplessly, "When you were starring in Anne's Diary, I was promoting "Titanic", and I finally escaped from the theater."

"Anyway, you can always find a reason." Natalie stood up, took off her costume openly, and changed back to her clothes. "Didn't you say on the phone that you have been on Wall Street recently? Have you finished your work?"

"What should be discussed is almost done, just leave the rest to Scott." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there was a relationship that had been formed and carefully managed over the years, but without giving enough benefits, how could those guys reach an agreement with him when needed?

"Where will go next?" Natalie took the bag handed over by her assistant and stuffed the bouquet of flowers, "I'm hungry."

“Jean Georges Restaurant.”

Holding the girl's hand, Ryan opened the door to the dressing room. "I've booked a seat."

But as soon as the door opened, Ryan found a large bouquet of bright red roses handed to him. The young man in his twenties opposite probably also found that the person he had found was wrong, so he immediately took it back.

"Who is he?" Ryan asked the bodyguard guarding the door.

"A supporter of Miss Natalie." The bodyguard came over and whispered.

"Hi Nat."

The other party's eyes passed over Ryan and fell directly on Natalie, "Congratulations, a very successful performance."

"Thanks."

Natalie nodded politely, but did not accept the flowers he handed over.

This man was not a fool either. He immediately took his eyes back and stretched out his hand to Ryan, "Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello."

Ryan gently held it and said directly, "We have something to do..."

"If possible, can you invite you to dinner?" The other party's smile appeared bright and his etiquette was impeccable.

“No need.”

Before Ryan could speak, Natalie refused. She gently held Ryan's hand and whispered. "Let's go."

Nodding to the opposite side, Ryan walked towards the exit of the backstage with Natalie in his arms, but he was about to turn out of the corridor, and his eyes swept through the other person's face again, and that face was really familiar.

He was sure that he had never seen each other before, and this sense of familiarity must have come from his previous life. When he got into the car, he was curious, "Who is that person, Nat?"

"Emily... my former roommate of Harvard." Natalie said a few simple words, "Emily took him to the party I held. He should be working on Broadway. Once when he saw our rehearsals, he often came..."

She made a gesture to Ryan that you understand, and deliberately curled her lips and said, "I am one of my suitors."

"One?" Ryan jumped on his forehead, "Dear Nat, do you have many suitors?"

"Of course." Natalie gently covered her mouth, and the smile at the corners of her eyes was extremely obvious. "So, if you do something that you're sorry for me, I have a lot of choices."

"It seems that I have to find a way to destroy them humanely in advance." Ryan deliberately followed Natalie's tone and joked, "That..."

He found that he didn't know the guy's name yet, "That guy just now, could he be your backup candidate, right?"

"Just a ballet Frenchman."

Natalie hummed with her nose disdainfully, "French guy..."

Jean Georges Restaurant is a three-star Michelin restaurant. Its main store in Manhattan is known as the best French restaurant in New York. This restaurant mainly targets two groups - celebrities and rich people, so it is a model for New York restaurants in terms of atmosphere and prevention of paparazzi.

When eating French cuisine, you need to be patient enough. Sitting in the secluded partition, Ryan whispered to Natalie while tasting the appetizer. Judging from the cheerful smiles that the two often showed, they completely returned to their past.

"How about this version of "Seagull" now?" Natalie's words unknowingly turned to today's drama.

"It's not bad." Ryan replied casually.

"A beautiful lakeside in a countryside, there is a girl named Nina Chalechinaya, who fantasizes about the stage, honor, love, and happiness." Natalie said that she seemed to be her role in the drama, "In her mind, life is also like this lake, this sky is as beautiful, charming, full of hallucinations and dreams."

Ryan reached the opposite side and grabbed the girl's hand on the table, "I'm not Terry Green."

"I'm not Ningna either." Natalie smiled and shook Ryan's hand, "This performance season is almost over."

"Nate, do you have time in early September?" Ryan asked extremely seriously.

"It's at Harvard." Natalie thought for a while and said, "I might go back to New York on weekends."

"Go back to New York?" Although it was still early, Ryan frowned and put down the knife and fork in his hand. "Will you go to Hawaii for a vacation? It's not us both, we will call friends like Scott and Pat, and we will go to Lanai together."
Chapter completed!