Chapter 1332 That Was Not Really Love (Part Two)


    "Huh? Are you lecturing me on how to behave around high culture? You are the one who don''t have


    proper etiquette. Pigs would fly if someone like you could understand high art!" Patricia lowered her


    voice, despite the ribbing tone. She really did not want to be the cause of any disturbance in the gallery.


    Tom didn''t talk back. He slowed his pace and started his tour, pausing in front of every piece of artwork.


    For some of the paintings, he had seen them quite a few times. He noticed that his feelings were


    different each time he appreciated them. He didn''t know whether it had something to do with the mood


    he had at the time when he looked at them.


    Although Patricia was the daughter of a famous painter, she didn''t know much about painting, or most


    of the mainstream art genres. So she was very curious about what Tom was thinking when he quietly


    stood in front of every painting in the gallery. To her, they were only scribbles and smudges of different


    colors and different types of paint. She hardly understood what they really wanted to express. Even so,


    she still quietly followed him around. She told herself that he might need someone to apany him.


    "Hmm, why are you following me?" After a while, Tom realized that Patricia was beside him. He looked


    at her with a frown, stepping back.


    "I''m not following you. I am going around and appreciating these paintings. I am also a woman with


    good taste," Patricia pouted and defended herself. There was no way that she would ever admit that


    she was following him. Though she had a character that looked tough on the outside which was almost


    boyish, she also had a pleasant and timid side.


    "Really? So tell me, what do you see from this painting?" Crossing his arms, Tom motioned to a


    painting of a woman on a couch holding an apple. He gazed at Patricia and waited for her reply. He


    would like to see how she could continue to support her im that she knew art.


    "Two words, ''too boring''. I wonder what interests you in this. I mean, it''s a woman on a couch!" Patricia


    pursed her lips. She was straightforward and always blurted out what was in her mind. She didn''t


    understand art, that was it. She wouldn''t care what others would think of her. Those who thought of her


    as shallow could just go to hell, as far as she was concerned.


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    "Well, why are you here then? I know! Because you are trying to be near to me." Tom''s voice suddenly


    became icy. He had no qualms about rubbing it to her face despite Patricia''s mother being an


    acquaintance with him.


    "Don''t tter yourself too much. The gallery belongs to my family, I can stay anywhere I want and do


    anything I want in here." Patricia pursed her lips and kept her chin up in a defensive yet arrogant and


    overbearing manner.


    "Okay, well understood." Tom raised both his hands in resignation. "You can stay here and do anything


    as you like. I will take my leave." Finishing his words, Tom turned around and walked towards the


    entrance. He wondered why he always had to run into her. But he had never seen her before,


    especially when he first came to this gallery. It was so strange, that he thought it was an arrangement


    rather than coincidence.


    "Hey! Where are you going?" Patricia quickly followed him. She would not let him leave so easily.


    "I think I don''t have to tell you where I am going." Tom suddenly stopped and Patricia, unable to stop


    quick enough, ran face first onto his back.


    "Ouch!" Patricia frowned with pain. "What the hell! You asshole, why did you suddenly stop?" Patricia


    touched her nose as it went numb. She didn''t care who was to me. Not only was it hurtful, it was


    also humiliating.


    "What does it have to do with me? Do I have to remind you that I wasn''t the one who bumped into


    someone!" Tom said gravely, his face as cold as ice. But if one looked closer, one would notice that he


    was almost grimacing, trying to hold back a bit of aughter.


    "You are freaking blind!" Patricia stared at him with anger. That was not enough to ease her fury, so she


    stamped heavily on his feet.


    "Ouch! Are you crazy? Do you even know what you are saying? It does not make you a gracefuldy


    with such vulgar words." Tom had never met or seen a woman so violent to him like her. His eyes


    sparked with anger.


    "You are the person who started all this." Patricia moved closer, challenging him. Even when fiercely


    arguing with each other, as long as he talked to her, that was good enough and she was happy. She


    was never like this, but for Tom, she was willing to go low, to the extent that she had to invite insult to


    attract his attention.


    "Crazydy!" Tom said as he checked his shoe which had be dirty because of her stamp. She


    should feel lucky that the person she stepped on was him. If it was Edward, he would surely make her


    pay. Edward was a serious germophobe.


    "Jerk!" Patricia cursed back. Deep within, she really wanted to be close to him, maybe be friends with


    him first. But she still yed hard ball.


    "Hey, do you really want me to be a jerk? Fine, I will not disappoint you. Watch this." Tom said as he


    suddenly approached her and pushed her against the wall and squeezed his body on her. He leaned


    forward and ced his hands above her, firmly locking Patricia in his arms, both of them unable to


    move. She could feel his gentle breath as he spoke and that had her spellbound.


    "You... What are you... what are you going to do?" Patricia''s body became stiff instantly. She couldn''t


    think straight and was unable to utter aplete sentence. She waited for his next move and at the


    same time, she was very nervous.


    "What? Isn''t this what you have long been waiting for? Stop pretending that you are a saint! You''ve


    been dreaming of this."


    After whispering these words, his face approached her lips, a movement that made her think that he


    was going to kiss her.


    "Tom, you asshole!" At this point, Patricia flew into a fit of rage and pushed him away. She didn''t expect


    that such a gentle man would be self assuming and disrespectful.


    "Asshole? Haha! Since you already knew that, why did you provoke me? All these stupid games! What


    on earth do you want from me?" Tom said as he pinched her jaw. Although he only used a little


    strength, it still hurt Patricia.


    "If I tell you, will you do as I wish?" Patricia looked into his eyes. In order to win his heart, she must first


    show some humility, gentleness and some manners.