When he woke up in the room over 200 meters high, the sky outside was already bright. The golden sunlight shone through the white clouds and mist, casting onto the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room. The clock showed it was not yet six o'clock.
After putting on his workout clothes, he went downstairs for a run. The Manhattan streets were still shrouded in darkness, with dim lighting and almost no pedestrians or open shops. The dawn here was quiet.
Looking up at the tops of several skyscrapers, they were all lit up, with the light reflecting off the glass walls, looking magnificent like castles in the sky.
Link took the subway to the Central Park area, getting off at the 59th Street corner and running along the sidewalk outside Central Park.
Central Park is 3 kilometers long and 0.8 kilometers wide. Running a lap takes less than forty minutes. Last year, during the New York Marathon, all participants ran 4.5 laps around Central Park. The fastest record was 2 hours and 23 minutes. Link thought he might have a chance to challenge it.
After running a lap, he arrived at the bus stop near the New York City Museum and saw a tall girl standing under the sign from a distance. She was wearing light green tight-fitting pants and an orange sports T-shirt, showing off her full curves, long legs, and a slender, fair waist.
Like Link, she wore a baseball cap, with a chestnut ponytail, and a rosy, delicate face, looking fresh and vibrant.
"Link!"
The girl waved at him excitedly.
Her bright blue eyes under the brim of her hat lit up.
From her appearance, people with big, bright eyes are usually simple and kind-hearted, and can't hide their thoughts, while those with small, murky eyes are often deep and unpredictable.
Alexandra Daddario had big eyes. Looking at her eyes, you could tell if she was happy or not. She was a relatively simple girl.
After spending time with Taylor and Ivanka, he now enjoyed chatting with girls like Daddario, as there was no pressure.
"Yani, good morning!"
Link called her by her nickname and ran to the platform.
"You're sweating so much. How far did you run?"
Daddario saw he was sweating a lot, with obvious sweat stains on his T-shirt collar and chest, making his strong muscle lines more defined. She blinked her big eyes and asked.
"I just ran a lap around Central Park."
Link pointed across the street.
"So fast, what time did you get up?"
Daddario took out a wet wipe and helped him wipe the sweat off his face. As she raised her fair, slender arm, she slightly tiptoed, sending her pleasant fragrance to his nose.
Link looked at her close-up face, clear big eyes, high nose, jelly-like red lips, and peach blossom-like pink cheeks, and couldn't help but put his arm around her waist.
Daddario took a step forward, her chest hitting his firm chest muscles, her soft waist bending into a C shape, and her hands climbing up his neck.
They kissed on the platform for a long time until they heard a few people nearby saying.
"Look, someone's kissing."
"Hey, isn't that the couple from the M86 bus yesterday? Why are they kissing again?"
"Oh my God, why do I have to see them kissing here again? How can anyone live like this?"
Hearing the comments, Link and Daddario couldn't help but laugh while kissing. Before the people on the platform could see their faces clearly, they ran hand in hand on the sidewalk.
Watching their departing figures, the single people secretly envied them. That guy was tall and handsome, lived near Central Park, and had a hot, beautiful girlfriend. Life was too good.
"That guy looks like Link!"
"I think so too!"
"That girl looks like an actress, with a big chest."
Hearing the comments, single Bob was stunned for a moment. Recalling the guy's side face, it did look like Link. He rolled his eyes and took out his phone to call his paparazzi friend.
Just saw the news that Link was confirmed to be dating Ivanka. This guy already had a top-notch beautiful, excellent, and well-off girlfriend like Ivanka, and now he was out early in the morning with another girl, who was also a stunning beauty with a great figure.
This was too greedy.
For such a person, he must be exposed, so that all single people can condemn him.
After running two laps around the lake in Central Park, it was almost eight o'clock. He kissed the girl goodbye near Daddario's house, then took a car back to the Yorkville apartment to get a few things, and then drove to the Woolworth Building.
When he returned to the apartment in the building, the room was brightly lit. The decoration and furnishings were clearer than in the evening, some grand and luxurious, some exquisite and elegant, full of design, like an art palace.
"Where did you go?"
Ivanka came down from the spiral staircase on the second floor. She had just finished practicing yoga, wearing white yoga pants and a wrap top, with a thermal blanket over her shoulders and fine sweat on her forehead.
"Running in Central Park, and I stopped by the Yorkville apartment."
"Why run there?"
"The air is good!"
Link shrugged.
Ivanka gave him a deep look, said "Let's eat," and turned to the breakfast room.
Link felt a bit guilty under her gaze, feeling like nothing could be hidden from her eyes.
Living with such a woman was too stressful. Link began to reconsider if moving in together was a good idea.
At the dining table, they talked about today's work schedule. Link would read at home in the morning, train at the boxing gym at noon, and go to the company in the afternoon to discuss the new song "Dancing with Your Ghost" with Lana.
This song was suitable for a female singer. If she could capture the right feeling, he would give the song to her.
Ivanka said she would work out at home in the morning, do skincare, go to the company at noon to handle work, and in the afternoon, she needed to go back to the Trump family villa. Her stepmother, Melania, had just called, saying Mr. Trump was sick, his heart was uncomfortable, and hoped she could visit.
"Is it serious?"
"It's okay, an old problem."
Ivanka moved her lips slightly, saying indifferently.
Beep beep beep!
While they were talking, an alarm sounded in the living room. Ivanka picked up the remote control and turned on the dining room's LCD screen, seeing Tiffany standing at the door with her bag and shoes, looking annoyed at the monitor, asking, "Why can't I open the door?"
"Where are you going without breakfast?"
Ivanka asked calmly.
"I'm not eating, I'll eat at home!"
Tiffany shouted.
"Stop it! Come and eat."
Ivanka turned off the monitor.
After a while, Tiffany walked into the dining room with a pout and an unhappy face. She had planned to get up early, sneak out before Link and Ivanka woke up, and reappear after things had blown over.
But when she opened her eyes, it was already past nine. She wanted to sneak out while they were eating, but the door wouldn't open, so she had to face her scary sister.
To avoid getting her ear twisted by Ivanka, she wisely sat next to Link, finding herself a shield.
"Spill it! What did you do wrong?"
Ivanka spread caviar on her bread, looked at her, and asked.
"Nothing, I'm so good, how could I do anything wrong?"
Tiffany shook her head repeatedly, taking the milk Link handed her and gulping it down.
"Did you wet the bed?"
Pfft!
"What are you talking about? I'm sixteen, almost an adult. How could I wet the bed? Don't say that, there's a guy here."
Tiffany blushed and retorted.
"You're so agitated, does that mean I guessed right? It's okay if you wet the bed. Just let the staff clean it, no need to be shy."
"That's not it at all! I didn't wet the bed, didn't wet the bed, didn't wet the bed!"
Tiffany shouted angrily, holding onto the dining table.
Ivanka shrugged her shoulders and elegantly ate her breakfast.
"Don't rush, sit down and talk slowly."
Link pulled her arm and advised.
Tiffany snorted, looked at the two of them, and said, "Okay, I'll confess. Last night, I accidentally exposed your relationship."
Tiffany told them that after posting the video last night, someone asked her about her relationship with Link and why she was watching a musical with him at night. Suspecting they were dating, she had no choice but to tell the netizens that they were dating.
After speaking, Tiffany lowered her head, waiting for Ivanka to twist her ear. But after a while, she looked up and saw Ivanka eating as if she hadn't heard, and Link had a clear smile on his face.
"You're not mad at me?"
"We didn't plan to hide it, so it's okay to say it."
Link said, eating sweet blueberries with a fork.
"So that's it, I worried for nothing."
Tiffany breathed a big sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing, and she started eating enthusiastically, telling them excitedly.
The video she posted last night was a hit, with over 5 million views overnight. Her YouTube gained 1.02 million followers, and Twitter gained 850,000, and the numbers were still rising. It felt amazing.
Link smiled lightly. When he first opened Twitter last year, seeing the followers constantly increasing, from tens of thousands to breaking a million, then to ten million, it felt great. Later, he became numb to it, and even when his followers surpassed forty million, he felt nothing.
Additionally, Tiffany chattered on, telling him that today there were four news articles about him on the Yahoo and MySpace trending lists.
First, his new song had a sad tone, and netizens said he hadn't gotten over his breakup.
Second, he was caught sleeping while watching "The Phantom of the Opera."
Third, he heard a 'female ghost' singing in his dream, creating a fantasy connection with "The Phantom of the Opera," and netizens were debating whether it was true.
Fourth, he had changed girlfriends again.
All four news articles were very popular, appearing on various news websites and sparking a lot of discussion among netizens.
Link listened without much reaction. Since April, his news had often trended. On the day he broke up with Taylor, he and Taylor had nine trending topics. Having four today wasn't much.
After breakfast, a new day began, and the three of them went about their own activities.
end.