NovelEnglishHelen looked back at him in surprise, a hint of joy gradually appearing in her eyes. She blushed and quickly held his hand, leaning against his arm. Then, she said with a smile that she wanted to eat barbecue.
She arrogantly glanced atfrom the corners of her eyes where Matthew couldn't see. She was obviously flaunting me.
This woman, she really crackedup.
Matthew rubbed the back of her head and rested his hand on her shoulder. Then, he nudged her into the back seat of the car.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, I felt like I might have unintentionally beca third wheel.
If it weren't for me, Helen would be sitting in the front passenger seat.
She sat withtogether in the back and seemed a little lost in thought. She would occasionally steal glances at Matthew through the rearview mirror Whenever their eyes met and she saw his smiling face, she would quickly avert her gaze and pretend to look outside. She was both cute and awkward.
It seemed that her heart was fluttering.
I watched them for a while and then leisurely smirked at her until her face turned red. She turned away from me.
"The clouds seemed to have cleared. Congratulations, Ms. Johnston." I teased her in a low voice in her ear and successfully made her turn beet red. Matthew clearly heard the whispered words as his lips curled into a faint smile.
Everyone enjoyed the barbecue, especially Helen. Matthew personally took care of her throughout the meal, serving her food and passing her drinks. He made her so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.
As we left, I secretly swore that I would never eat with them again. I hardly ate any meat, but I felt stuffed with their lovey-dovey interactions.
The second year of graduate school was quite busy. We had various activities. In order to promote me, the professor started taking meet around, saying that with my talent and ability, I would surely beca famous artist in the future. S Now, he wanted to introduceto more people and letbuild connections in the world of art.
I was just an ordinary young woman among countless students. What had I done to deserve such a mentor! One afternoon, as I was putting the finishing touches on my Rise to Glory painting in Crystal House, the professor showed up unexpectedly. There were four people there at the time, includingand three other juniors. When they saw Professor King personally visiting the studio, they excitedly stood up to greet him. I could tell that they were nervous too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe professor kindly accepted their greetings and went over to give each of them sfeedback, which moved the juniors to tears.
I was the only one remaining seated as I finished the final stroke. Then, I stood up and greeted the professor.
It was not that I didn't understand the importance of respecting our teachers, but the professor once said that painting required a calmet mind-free from anxiety and impatience. One should remain steadfast like a mountain despite the storm and not be influenced by any external conditions. Content belongs to Find
I had been deeply influenced by the professor's teachings for many m nos for many m years. If I didn't even have this level k of control, then I might really be living in vain The professor's instructions were like imperial edicts to me. There was no way that I could refuse.
I was worried that I couldn't make it
in tas it was a bit far to go hand change. I remembered that still had sclothes in the dorm that I hadn't taken with me. So, I decided to go there to find a suitable dress.
Helen wasn't in the dorm, and I was happy for the peace and quiet, could avoid the need to explain to her. I didn't have to listen to her blabber about her love life either.
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