Chapter 485


    When Sharon nced around in the house, she noticed the couple items in the bathroom and the


    razors. A look of revtion crossed her face.


    I prepared some simple chicken stew and some sd and ced them in front of Sharon. Perhaps


    because she was hungry, she quickly finished the food and praised my cooking skills.


    “Chris loves chicken stew, so I learned a few ways of cooking it to make it delicious.” At the mention of


    Christopher, a happy smile spread across my lips.


    Sharon opened her mouth, wanting to say something. However, she suddenly stayed silent and


    insisted on leaving. When she was at the door, she nced back at me and a deste expression


    appeared on her face. Tears glistened in her eyes as she said, “I’m afraid that I won’t get a chance to


    eat your food anymore. What a pity…”


    “If you want to eat my food, just give me a call! I’ll send it over,” I quickly replied.


    “There’s no need for that!” Sharon kept shaking her head.


    After sending her off, I returned to my bedroom, stillpletely puzzled. I could not understand why


    Sharon suddenly came to look for me. Does she simply want to visit me?


    Later, I told Christopher about this incident over dinner. He burst outughing and said that I was


    foolish. In the end, he even praised Sharon for being an understanding person.


    Puzzled, I kept hounding him to tell me what exactly had happened.


    “Did Sharon roam around the house and deliberately look at our shared items?” asked Christopher.


    I nodded. How does he know that?


    Christopher pointed at his cheek and I gave him a kiss. Only then did he continue, “Sharon must’ve


    been here to convince you to go back to Lyle. If her grandson keeps pleading with her to do that, she


    can’t possibly refuse him. Furthermore, she likes you a lot. However, after seeing our shared items, she


    gave up on her n to ask you to patch up with Lyle.”


    “Patch up?” I scratched my head. Back then, I did not realize that Sharon had such an intention.


    “Old Mrs. Smith is quite sincere toward you. After all, you’ve been putting up with her.”


    Although Sharon had harmed me before, I could never forget the instances when she was nice to me.


    If she was genuinely nice to me, I would definitely be able to sense it.


    The wound on my forehead started to heal after three days, so I could just go out with a hat. Remington


    and Spencer had mentioned that they wanted to discuss art with me, so they certainly would not go


    back on their word. After knowing that my injuries were healed, they hosted a small party and invited


    the artists that they were familiar with. Then, informed me about it right away.


    I just want to paint with them. Why did they invite so many people? I felt a bit uneasy. Troubles always


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    “Let’s go. If you want to stay in the art circle, the first thing you have to do is to enter it. It is rare for


    geniuses to iste themselves. As for those who still became famous living in istion, their talent was


    usually discovered only after their deaths. Do you want to be a famous artist only after you die?”


    What Christopher said was logical, so I could not refute him. When I attended the party in the


    afternoon, I brought a set of painting tools which he had bought for me. I did not bring anything else,


    not even Christopher.


    I thought that I might be useless after being taken care of by Christopher. In fact, I would depend


    on him for almost everything that I did. This was not a good sign—I should be more independent.


    The party was held in Remington’s house. Confident and excited, I strode into the mansion.


    “If you still haven’te, Spencer would call Mr. Lane and throw a tantrum. He arrived the earliest and


    imed that he would definitely defeat you in art, so you’ll know that there are people more talented


    than you. However, you arrived punctually.” Remington invited me into the mansion and pointed at


    Spencer, who was standing in front of an easel.


    Confused, I pointed at myself and asked, “Is there a sign on me saying that I’m invincible and arrogant?


    Did I make a public announcement for people to challenge me openly? Otherwise, why would he have


    such a thought? Do I seem very proud?”