chapter 1193


    "Okay." Well, he was a sight for sore eyes, still.


    The man seemed very grateful. ''Thank you." ''You''re wee." Dior led him to pay and wrap up the


    painting.


    After the man had left, the assistant asked, "Ms. Granger, you sold off your painting at such a low


    price?" "I don''t care about money." Dior flipped her hair. "I care about people."


    The assistant thought to herself, ''Okay. You''re rich, so you do you.''


    Dior reclined on the seat as her bright eyes stared at the back of the leaving man...


    She felt almost heartbroken.


    It was not until the man had vanished from her sight that she turned around to hand out her card to the


    assistant. "Use my card to fill up the remaining amount."


    Although she owned this gallery, there were two other partners. They had to keep the numbers right.


    After sorting out everything, Dior drove back to the hospital. Her eyes wandered as she stopped before


    the traffic light, yet among the crowd, she noticed the same man from the museum...


    He had a nicely packed painting in his hands. He frowned as he talked to a woman next to him,


    seemingly exining something.


    The two of them stood below the tree as if they were arguing, and the conversation grew tense.


    Dior''s gazended on the woman. She wore Christian Dior''stest top while her pants and shoes were


    simr to those worn by celebrities. Her bag was from Chanel!


    Everything on her was from a luxury brand!


    Dior cocked an eyebrow at the sight as she eyed the man again.


    Men like him were hard to find.


    He saved all his money to spoil his girlfriend.


    Dior then looked at the woman, and she was scolding the man nonstop...


    Dior did not like what she saw. The car behind her started honking.


    She looked away and drove away, but her eyes would stillnd on the couple through the rear mirror.


    She saw the man handing the painting to the woman, but she did not even look at it and harshly


    mmed it on the ground.


    Dior squinted.


    Did the man not say that his girlfriend liked her painting?


    If she really liked it, she would not have smashed it no matter how angry she was.


    Dior, unable to hold it in, turned her car around. She put on her sunsses and pulled over by the


    roadside not far from them, i


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    She leaned against the seat and removed her sunsses to stare at them.


    Unfortunately, the woman went into a limited edition luxury car a few minutester.


    The man did not chase after her; he looked at the car as she drove away. After a long while, he looked


    away and picked up the gift from the floor.


    He sat by a water fountain and lit up his cigarette. He seemed very lonely.


    Dior looked at him sympathetically.


    A good man like him was dumped?


    She wanted to go over and give him a hug so badly...


    No! No way!


    What time was it? She had to go back to the hospital to watch over Guy. Why was she looking at a


    stranger instead?


    Dior started her car, but as she was about to leave, she saw the man walking away, determined.


    Dior blinked. He was walking toward the sea!


    Was his man trying to kill himself? No way!


    Dior rushed out of her car and followed behind him.


    Saving a life was more important than anything!


    If he was going to kill himself and she saved him, this would be a good deed done on her brother''s


    behalf


    Dior stayed ten meters behind him as she tailed after him.


    When she saw that he was by the seaside, he continued walking into the sea.


    Dior was shocked!


    Goodness’ Was he truly ending himself?


    Such a looker-it would be a shame if he died!


    She threw away her handbag and, running toward him in her heels,unched at him.


    Both of them tumbled down as Dior coincidentally sat on his waist and leaned against his muscr


    chest.


    The man frowned and looked at her, confused...