Chapter 1192 Inside the hospital.
Guy was in a stable condition, somewhat, and had no emergencies in the afternoon.
Nial called them beforehand to tell Charmine and Anthony that he had things to attend to, that he would not be back so soon, so they both stayed in the ward from afternoon until the sky turned dark.
Charmine looked at the time. It was past six.
She phoned Dior but all she heard was, "Sorry, the number you've dialed is currently..."
She frowned and grew anxious.
Did Dior turn off her phone?
Grandma Granger would grow suspicious if she noticed that Dior was not around.
It would then be harder for them to distract her when Guy needed his next blood transfusion.
Noticing her growing anxiety, Anthony reached out with his big palm to hold her ice-cold hand. 'Wait for a while. Itâll be fine as long as she comes back before Grandma Granger does." 'Yeah."
Meanwhile...
After arriving at the exhibition, Dior went to the waiting lounge.
When she opened the door, she saw a tall man facing her with his back, sitting upright in front of the window.
He was dressed in a grey-white shirt, jeans, and casual shoes.
Perhaps it was his clothes, but he gave off a worn-out, cheap vibe.
Dior frowned. He, wanted to buy her painting?
Was that a joke?
When the man heard her coming, he turned around to reveal a handsome face.
Dior's heart skipped a beat.
Argh! So handsome! So handsome!
Was he a prince from a fairytale book?
He was even better-looking than Charmine in her Charlie get-up! 1 Dior's heart felt her heart bursting. 2 "Hello," greeted the man as he walked toward her, hand outstretched like a gentleman.
"Hello..." Dior snapped out of her thought as she reached out her left hand with excitement.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong hand!
With an awkward smile, she then reached out her right hand to shake his hand.
As his thick palm touched her glowing hand, she felt the shock of an electric current.
Dior tried to calm down as she gestured for him to sit down. "Please, have a seat."
The two of them sat on the sofa. Dior sized him up and asked, "Sir, are you sure you want to buy my painting?" "Yes," the man's voice was sexy, "but I hope Ms. Granger can sell it for a lower price." "Hmm?" Dior could not help but frown.
The first impression of him was poor.
However, his gesture was very manly and gentlemen-like. She felt as if he was the young master of some wealthy families; it was just that he preferred dressing down.
He wanted her to lower the price?
The man explained, "Actually, today is my girlfriend's birthday. She likes your painting, and I'm here to buy it for her, but I don't have enough funds, so I hope you can lower the price."
Dior's face stiffened.
Curses!
He had a girlfriend, and he liked her that much!?
All the fantasies in her mind instantly vanished.
However handsome he was, he was another woman's man!
Why was she so sad?
Dior narrowed her eyes. She was going to explain to her about the inspiration of this painting, but the thought flew out of the window already.
"Ms. Granger?"
When the man saw that she had zoned out, he called out to her.
Dior was brought out of her train of thoughts as she asked, "Okay, what's your budget?" 1 "Eighty thousand."