NovelEnglish"Why? You feel bad for her? She tried to take what was mine, so she deserved it. If she does it again, I won't just talk back anymore." "What will you do?" I rolled up my imaginary sleeves angrily and said, "I'll slap her right away." "Ooh, fierce, aren't you? So, you care a lot about me. While your method is too violent for my liking, I like the thought behind it. Don't worry. Its first twill be yours." He put my hand back on his sweet spot and rubbed it until it stood proudly.
He was so cheeky! I punched his chest out of embarrassment, but that only made him grin even more devilishly. Urgh. He was such a flirt.
That was how he managed to make up to me. Just a few words and I forgot about everything that happened last night. However, I still needed to have a proper talk with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt wasn't until he carriedwith the intention of going to the kitchen that he realized that we were in a hotel. There was no pantry for him to cook. Fortunately, Andrew called at the right tand invited us for breakfast.
He made a simple breakfast eggs, pancakes, orange juice, and fruit. Queenie wanted to get up to eat, but I vetoed her decision.
I used my phone and did sresearch. After a miscarriage, a woman had to get sufficient rest in bed. She sat with us for dinner yesterday, and that was already bad enough for her recovery.
Therefore, I asked Andrew to bring the food to Queenie while I took over his current task-setting up the breakfast table. He was already getting impatient, so he was more than happy to accept my help. He then brought sfood into Queenie's bedroom.
Colin was bored. After he got changed, he sat on the couch and scrolled on my phone. No, he wasn't checking if I had done anything wrong. I had the habit of saving my designs in the cloud. A lot of things happened yesterday, so he didn't have tto look at them.
Now that he had sfree time, he was evaluating the art pieces I drew during the past few months when he was away.
Colin was more knowledgeable thanwhen it cto watercolor. One could say that he was a mentor and a friend. I could always rely on him to get the most honest feedback.
Watercoloring was all about the details. I had school to attend and wasn't a full-tartist. Since I held myself to a high standard, I refused to compromise quality for quantity. As a result, I didn't produce a lot of work in these few months.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What do you think, Colin?" After I set up the table, I dragged him to his chair. We would wait until Andrew finished feeding Queenie before having breakfast together.
He allowedto lead him as his eyes were glued to the phone screen. He zoomed in on the photos to check op the details. When he heard my question, he smiled brightly. Admiration and acknowledgment oozed from his eyes.
"Bravo. You're much better than I expected. Oh, poor me. I've been practicing tirelessly for many years, and started before you too. Yet you're en route to surpassingsoon. Well done, babe."
Surpassing him? No way. He was just as, if not more, talented as me. Besides, he was more diligent than I was Men and women viewed the world differently, so his paintings tended to be more ambitious than mine. Professor King also toldthat I needed to see more things to expand my worldview.
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