âAre we done yet?â
Twenty minutes later, the sun had risen to the top of the sky, shining on the earth. Blanca couldn't help scratching her neck, she was exhausted...
Maintaining the same position was no easy job at all!
âAlmost done, just hang it there a bit longer!â
Hearing what Peter said, Blanca continued with her lips pursing. She had to carry on for her beautiful portrait!
However, a few minutes later when Blanca saw the portrait Peter had done for her, her face turned almost as dark as the charcoal next to her.
âIs this what you painted of me?â
What the heck was this!
On the paper, a cartoon character was standing next to the fountain with no vitality...
âWell, I did paint it.â
âI thought we were doing a portrait, werenât we?â Blanca was angry.
She had been standing in the sun for almost half an hour, and all she got was a... Well, a stick figure?
âI didnât say that thirty dollars were actually for portraits though.â Peter blinked his big eyes and looked at her with an innocent and cute face. He was originally a street artist, and at this time he still looked a bit scornful. His artistic vibe was extremely strong.
Blancaâs hand holding the sketch paper tightened.
âBesides, that paper was expensive.â Peter started packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave. It seemed like he was going to wrap up for the day.
And he didnât seemly want to charge Blanca, âThis one is for you, for free. Itâs fate that had brought us together. Haha!â
Fate?
Eww! He was out of his mind!
If âIâ went modeling, I would make more than three hundred bucks a day. How could he be so shameless!
Blanca rolled her eyes, stuffed thirty bucks directly into Peterâs bag, pursing her lips, and said, âWhatever your excuse is. Iâve paid you thirty dollars, you have to paint me a nice portrait no matter what.â
âHey, hey, stop that!â Seeing Blanca reach out to pick up his painting kits, Peter got anxious. He stared at the little girl in front of him. He didnât realize that the girl was really good-looking until now. Her complexion was white and tender, but she was slim and beautiful, looking extraordinarily...innocent.
Peter swallowed.
He couldn't help swallowing.
There was a flash of inspiration in Blancaâs mind, and she decided to stay at Peterâs stall.
Matthew witnessed all this standing in front of the Japanese restaurant... The sun was shining even brighter, and the sunshine shadowed on Blanca.
She was like an elf jumping around as if she had endless energy.
Matthewâs assistant Curtis found his height wasnât tall enough for him to see everything, even though he was almost 6 feet. Curtis was getting anxious looking at the calm look on Matthewâs face.
âMr. Grant, would you need me to bring back Mrs. Grant?â
Curtis found it embarrassing for Blanca and another guy to hang out laughing in front of Matthew, so he said to Matthew with caution.
âIs it necessary?â Matthew let out a cold humph.
Perhaps he didnât realize it, but the look on his face gave him away. Matthew locked his sight on Blanca, hesitated for a while, and said to Curtis, âBring her back.â
â...â Mr. Grant, you had been so stubborn!
Blanca said everything possible to finally get Peterâs Instagram account, and they followed each other too. She couldnât hide the excitement on her face, âAre you in art school? I heard it was hard to get in there, I...â
âMrs. Grant.â
Blanca pulled Peterâs arm pitifully thinking about how to make him teach herself painting. She saw his talents earlier! Peterâs talent were obvious to all, and being a sweet painter here was a waste of his talents.
Would it be possible to trick him into teaching âmeâ, oh no, that shouldnât be âtrickingâ, it was all about learning something new, right?
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 86 Blancaâs Dream Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother