Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Maja walked out not far with an umbrella, and the trousers were already wet a lot. A car slowly pulled

up beside her, honking twice.

She thought it was Samuel again, her eyes already showing a hint of impatience.

The car window was opened a little, but Connie’s voice came from inside. “Hurry up and get in the car.

If you drive now, you’ll definitely hit traffic. There are many people outside.” Maja glanced at where she

parked, indeed it was crowded. The rain was coming down harder. She didn’t refuse this time, thanked

Connie and slid into the car.

The rain and dampness were left outside, making the car interior eerily quiet.

Maja thought this was the Raymond family’s car picking up Connie, but to her surprise, the driver in the

was lan’s driver. She saw lan sitting by the window, fingers pinching the documents, his gaze distant,

lost in thought.

Fortunately, there was Connie in the car/so the atmosphere would’ve been awkward.

Connie’s tiny cheeks were full of excitement,

“You know you’re famous now. Mia used to be so proud, now she’s been hauled off to the police

station. Mia must be anxious now.”

“And the principal and the director, who would’ve thought? They act all high and mighty but have such

activities in private. It’s really disgusting!”

Connie couldn’t resist nudging lan. When his cold gaze met hers, she looked at him expectantly, lan,

Mia will definitely complain to her brother about this. Please don’t let Penny suffer because of it, okay?”

Maja was slightly touched, she just felt that Connie was a really innocent girl, after going through so

much, it was the first time someone protected her face to face. lan furrowed his brows slightly, but still

said one word “okay”.

Connie’s face lit up at his answer. When the car pulled up to her house, she took the umbrella from the

driver and remembered to turn around and remind him.

“Please drop Penny off then, lan. She taught me how to paint and I won first place because of her.

She’s my teacher, you need to be nice to her.”

She was like a little sparrow.

Once the little sparrow left, the atmosphere in the car became heavy.

Maja couldn’t help but sit up straight, noticing lan’s hand resting on the documents, his fingers slender

and beautiful.

She stared at his hand, lost in thought.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the documents. “Fascinated?” he asked.

Only then did Maja realize she had been staring at his hand for a minute. Hearing his question, she

looked up at him and smiled openly.

“Mr. Raymond, your hands are indeed beautiful, it’s hard not to want to draw them.”

To an artist, hands are the second face of a person, and in figure drawing, hands are the hardest part

to portray.

So Maja had developed a habit of observing people’s hands.

lan seemed cold. His wrist was long and clean, every part perfect. His fingertips moved gently when he

was thinking, reminding her of a first love.

For those who paint, he was the best painting material. If the person was not the object of Maja’s

affection, they would just be another being in her eyes, without gender.

In her view, there was only the distinction of whether they were suitable to be drawn or not. So she

didn’t understand that a woman staring intently at a man could be a subtle form of seduction.