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?" 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.


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    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.