Chapter 102


    Estelle nodded, “I moved out a month ago.”


    Jason nonchntly nodded, “That’s good, living on the mountain all the time would eventually turn


    anyone into a loner.”


    Estelle raised an eyebrow, and didn’t reply.


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    They chatted for a while before Jason asked, “Do you know why your master wants to see you?”


    “I don’t know, why?” Estelle asked.


    Jason said, “The art exhibition at the gallery starts tomorrow, and the person in charge invited master


    to have a final look. He wants to take you with him.”


    Estelle frowned, “I haven’t picked up a brush in a long time. I’m definitely gonna get scolded by master


    today.”


    Jason grinned, “That’s why I’m going with you.”


    Estelle heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, “Thanks, man.”


    An hourter, after parking the car at their destination, Jason and Estelle walked side by side into the


    courtyard, where they heard the old man’s booming voice instructing, “Put more sugar in the coffee,


    that girl loves her sweets.”


    Jason grinned, “He still loves you the most.”


    Estelle’s eyes were filled with delight as she walked through the shaded path and called out, “Mr.


    Quintin, I’m here!”


    In a blink of an eye, an old man appeared at the doorway, wearing a dark blue cotton shirt, looking


    vigorous. Seeing Estelle, he first smiled, then quickly tightened his face and harrumphed, “I thought you


    had forgotten where this ce was!”


    Estelle replied with a serious tone, “I was afraid I’d forget, so I purposely asked my senior brother to


    bring me here.”


    Old Mr. Quintin widened his eyes, “You say that again.”


    Estelle burst intoughter.


    A smile appeared on Jason’s usually cold face as well.


    Estelle grabbed Old Mr. Quintin’s arm and walked into the house. The servant had already prepared


    the meal and promptly set the table when they saw Estelle.


    Old Mr. Quintin had spent his life devoted to painting and had a cheerful personality. He was best


    friends with Estelle’s grandfather. It was because of her grandfather that Estelle became a student of


    Old Mr. Quintin and met Jasonter on.


    Estelle’s teacher’s wife passed away three years ago, and he has a daughter who’s been abroad for


    the past two years. So Old Mr. Quintin had been living alone these years.


    However, his students would visit him regrly, and with frequent visitors, he also kept quite busy.


    Over lunch, Old Mr. Quintin mentioned the art exhibition, and the organizer would pick them up at three


    in the afternoon.


    He also asked about Estelle’s recent life.


    Except for the matter of Jonathan, Estelle was honest about everything else.


    “Summer break is almost here, are youing to the studio?” Jason asked.


    Estelle thought for a moment, “I might, but I have other ns too.”


    “What ns?” Jason inquired.


    Estelle pursed her lips, “I’ll tell you when the timees.”


    Old Mr. Quintin snorted, “Little girl, you’ve learned to keep secrets now, huh?”


    After finishing the meal, Old Mr. Quintin took the two to the backyard to see the new flowers he had just


    nted.


    While Estelle and Jason enjoyed the flowers, Old Mr. Quintin walked to one side, swiped his phone,


    and sent someone a video chat


    invite.


    After four or five rings, the other person picked up. The elderly man on the other side was taking a


    sunny nap in a recliner and looked annoyed at being woken up. “You old geezer, what do you want with


    me in the middle of the day?!”


    Old Mr. Quintin was all smiles. “Old Jarvis, quit your napping. I wanted to show you the new flowers I’ve


    nted. Look, they’re about to bloom.”


    He aimed the camera at the foliage behind him and then deliberately tilted it a little so that he could


    clearly see the two people over there looking at the flowers.