Chapter 8


    Margaret frowned and touched her neck. She could recall Christopher kissing her neck, and he must


    have left a hickey on her neck. She blushed upon thinking that, but Elizabeth still seemed excited as


    she said, “Meg, if Mr. Lewis really likes you, why don’t you consider getting together with him? He can


    give you afortable life, and he is a fine young man. I’m sure he is handsome in your eyes too. After


    all, the two of you have already known each other for ten years.” Refusing to dwell on this topic, she


    interrupted Elizabeth by saying, “Elizabeth, I’ll bete to ss. I have to go now.” As she finished, she


    ran out of the house like she was running for her life. Get together with Christopher? It’s not like I’m


    sick of living. After arriving at school, Jodie went up to her and fiddled with the scarf. “Babe, what’s with


    your unique fashion sense? Since when are you so interested in the vintage style? But then, Meg, I


    have to say you do look good in anything, even if you were to wear the janitor’s uniform. Just your eyes


    alone are seductive enough.” Eyes? Christopher did mention my eyesst night too. Margaret was a


    little triggered at that. “Stop messing around.” Suddenly, a phone ringtone could be heard. Margaret


    and Jodie exchanged a look. Jodie shrugged. “It’s not mine. The ringtone is just not my style.” Margaret


    listened carefully and noticed the ringtone seemed to be from inside her bag. She opened her


    backpack and saw thetest model of a certain smartphone brand ringing inside her bag. She was a


    little confused, and she took out the phone to see that it was a call from Christopher. When did he put


    this phone inside my bag? And look at him saving his number on the phone already. She felt uneasy


    and nced at Jodie before answering the call, “Hello?” Christopher’s attractive voice could be heard


    from the other end of the phone, but there were no specific emotions in his tone as he said, “I’ve


    transferred some money to your bank ount. You’d better not act like I’m torturing you the next time I


    return home. That ruins my appetite.” Appetite? He isn’t referring to the appetite to eat, is he? The call


    ended just like that, and she received a notification of the money being transferred to her ount.


    Margaret turned off the phone and stuffed it inside the bag. Her hands trembled a little after touching


    the bank card in her purse. She felt like the money she received was her reward fromst night. It


    made her feel very ufortable. Jodie asked, “Did your brother give you that phone? It’s worth more


    than ten thousand. It seems like he doesn’t treat you that harshly after all.” Margaret nodded. “Let’s go.


    It’s time for our ss.” Perhaps Margaret’s stars were not aligned that day. Upon entering the studio,Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    she found out that the mentor was not in a great mood. The mentor said, “Today’s task is to draw your


    most memorable person. There are no limits to your creativity. You may use pictures as your reference,


    but there will be no temte.” Jodie expressed great interest in that, and she stared at Margaret,


    making Margaret a little embarrassed. She asked Jodie, “What are you thinking? We were told to draw


    the most memorable person.” Jodie chuckled. “You are my most memorable person. Ever since I met


    you, I just can’t forget your face. You are so wless. I’m sure if you were to join the entertainment


    industry, none of those celebrities would be able to rival you. If I have to point out your ws, I’d say


    you’re too quiet, and you should put on some weight too.” Margaret did not say anything in response.


    She was instead wondering who her most memorable person was. Was it her parents? Their faces had


    already faded in time in her memories. Christopher was the first person who came into her mind, and


    with his presence, she could vaguely remember Fredrick and Elizabeth’s faces. She refused to draw


    Christopher, and she did not have a picture of him either. Nheless, even without a picture, she


    could still recall his features clearly. Every slight movements and expression of his were fresh in her


    mind. “Margaret, what are you doing? I know everything you own in this school is sponsored by


    someone else, but you should not be cking. Hurry up and start drawing,” the mentor reminded


    Margaret while knocking on the canvas. Margaret focused her attention and started drawing on the


    canvas. She wanted to draw Elizabeth since Elizabeth was the person who was the kindest to her after


    her parents. However, as she started drawing, the portrait on her canvas was still Christopher.