Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 485

When Sharon glanced around in the house, she noticed the couple items in the bathroom and the razors. A look of revelation crossed her face.

I prepared some simple chicken stew and some salad and placed 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 glanced back at me and a desolate 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, still completely 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 out laughing 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 plan to ask you to patch up with Lyle.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“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 occur when there were many people, so I was afraid that something bad might happen.

“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 isolate themselves. As for those who still became famous living in isolation, 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 become 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’t come, Spencer would call Mr. Lane and throw a tantrum. He arrived the earliest and claimed 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?”