Chapter 1273


    Chapter 1273 A Call From Hannah.


    J batted her eyshes innocently.


    “Then who else should I have gone with? Clyde?”


    “Absolutely not!”


    Brandon snatched the ticket and examined it.


    “Why do you want to bring me, though? I thought you’d take one of your designer friends, like


    Elizabeth.”


    Grinning, J replied, “Elizabeth already knew about this art exhibition, and she had asked Frank to


    get her a ticket a while ago.”


    “But if Clyde hadn’t given you the ticket today, how were you nning to go?”


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    Brandon was puzzled.


    With a pout, J admitted, “I was still hesitating whether to attend or not.”


    Annoyed, Brandon furrowed his brow.


    “What’s there to hesitate about? As long as you’re interested, I can secure tickets for you. While art


    exhibitions aren’t the Larson Group’s specialty, I have significant clout with people across various


    industries in Barnes. Rest assured, I can acquire as many tickets as you need.”


    J chuckled at Brandon’s’ endearingpetitiveness.


    “Alright, alright, I know my husband is the best. It’s just that the studio has been keeping me incredibly


    busytely, leaving me with little desire to attend an art exhibition. That’s what made me hesitant. But


    now that Clyde has sent the tickets, I can’t think of a reason not to go. Let’s consider it a date,”


    J suggested.


    At her words, Brandon’s expression softened.


    J yfully shook Brandon’s arm.


    “Don’t you want to go on a date with me? Moreover, I can help you expand your knowledge of art. That


    way, you’ll be better prepared to work as my assistant if you lose the bet,”


    J remarked with a sly smile gracing her lips.


    “You want to be my teacher?” Brandon narrowed his eyes, a hint of mischief gleaming within.


    “We haven’t tried that yet.”


    With a confused look, J said, “What do you mean? Haven’t you been to school?”


    With a wickedly charming smile, Brandon teased, “You’ll find out when we get back, my teacher.”


    Brandon’s low, seductive voice lingered, akin to a feather teasing J’s heart.


    An uneasy feeling of foreboding welled up within her.


    Once home, J finally grasped what his intention was.


    As soon as they entered the vi, Brandon pinned J against the sofa, his voice hoarse and


    flirtatious.


    “Miss White, I want a lesson now.”


    J’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue.


    She tried to push the man off her, gritting her teeth.


    “Brandon Larson! I’m a real teacher! Show some respect!”


    His lips brushed her earlobe, his sultry breath caressing her neck.


    “I know, you are my art teacher. But body art is also a type of art. Teach me, Ms. White,” he whispered.


    J felt her knees weaken beneath Brandon’s intoxicating touch, a fiery sensation building within her.


    Just as they were consumed by passion and on the brink of heading to bed, a sudden ringtone


    interrupted them.


    J regained some rity and pressed her hand against Brandon’s.


    “The phone’s ringing…” Brandon swatted her hand away and kissed her again.


    “Now’s not the time to answer the phone.”


    “Stop it. What if it’s urgent?”


    J pushed him away once more.


    “Fine.”


    Reluctantly, Brandon released J, his gaze filled with frustration as she picked up the phone.


    The disy revealed the call was from Hannah.


    Upon answering, J heard Hannah’s excited, aged voice.


    “J, I saw it!”


    Bewildered, J asked, “Hannah, what did you see?”


    Hannah’s tion was palpable.


    “My photo in a magazine, wearing the clothes you designed for me! I’m so thrilled I had to call you!” she


    gushed.


    Silently, J heaved a sigh of relief, realizing it was only about the photo.


    Hannah was elderly and lived a solitary life in the countryside, which often made J worry for her


    well-being.


    Receiving such ate-night call, J had feared something had happened to Hannah.