Chapter 426
Maja was utterly bewildered, unable to figure outn’s real intentions.
She returned to RosenGarden, taking along her favorite drawing tools, and arrived at the hotel.
Upon arriving, there was already a painting ready on the easel by the window.
Maja could tell at a nce that it was the work of her mentor.
“Mr. Raymond?”
She heard the sound of running watering from the bathroom. Shortly,n walked out, dabbing at
the droplets of water in his hair.
“Tyler gifted me a painting. I heard Herbert left it half–done. Could you help me finish it?”
Maja nced at it. It was an oil painting. All she had to do was mimic her master’s graceful technique.
She nodded, lifting her eyes and keeping her gaze steady.
“Mr. Raymond, how much do you n to pay me?”
Her tone was indifferent, devoid of any emotion. It was as if she would leave immediately ifn didn’t
pay.
“Do you know how many people crave this opportunity but can’t get it?”
His meaning was clear. As soon as he disyed this painting, there would be many artists hoping to
showcase their talents before him, perhaps even some big shots already known in the industry.
Owing someone liken a favor was something money couldn’t measure.
Without hesitation, Maja stood up, ready to leave. “Mr. Raymond, I just remembered I have other ns
tonight.”
Seeing her decisiveness,n’s face turned cold. He quickly grabbed her, sat down on the sofa, and
pulled her into hisp.
“Are you in a bad mood tonight?”
He asked, his arms tightly around her waist..
Maja scoffed inwardly. She was indeed in a bad mood. Thinking about what he had done, she wanted
nothing more than to p him.
But her reason told her not to let her emotions take
control.
Moreover, getting angry withn over this was pointless.
Inn’s eyes, his wife was as revolting as trash on the side of the road.
Ian held her, lowering his head to sniff at her neck. Seeing the bruise on her wrist, his body stiffened,
and his tone turned cold.
“What happened to your hand?”
He grabbed her hand, which had obvious finger marks and was badly bruised.
A painter’s hand was more important than anything else.
Maja’s hand was indeed hurting. Neil had been unconscious at that point, only subconsciously gripping
her tightly.
The subconscious strength of a man was enormous.
It was clearly a bruise from someone’s grip.
He guessed what might have happened, and the aura around him turned chilly.
“Did your husband hit you?”
“No.”
Maja wanted to pull her hand back, butn held it tightly, also worried about hurting her, so he grabbed
her arm instead.
“Did you get into a fight with someone?”
“No, and you’re starting to annoy me.”
His questions were starting to bug Maja.
She tried to get up, butn held her waist, sounding a bit wronged.
“Why are you suddenly mad at me?”
He let go of her, looking a bit puzzled.
He found a first aid kit in the cupboard, took out a tube of ointment, grabbed her hand, and started to
apply it.
Maja, however, didn’t ept his goodwill and stood up, tightly holding her drawing tools.
“Mr. Raymond, I can take care of my wounds myself. If you don’t need me to continue painting, I’ll be
going.”
He was sitting on the sofa, but when she stood up, he also looked up at her.
“Is there a problem over at Greenfield Gardens?”
“No.”
“Has someone like Knox been bullying you again?”
“No.”
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Each time she answered, her expression became darker, she became increasingly impatient, and her
dissatisfaction grew stronger.
She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the boiling emotions in her chest, and walked straight
towards the door.
followed her. “Let go of me!” Her tone became frigid.
This was the first time she spoke ton in such a tone.
Turning around, he grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. “Why are you mad at me?