Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 1398

It was a portrait of Emerson.

It was a sole-color painting on high-quality paper. Emerson, relaxed and charming, sat on the sofa in his casual clothes with an enigmatic smile. On his right shoulder, there was a lively rabbit squatting there. Bunny fixed her eyes on the little rabbit.

While they were standing there enjoying the painting, quite a few students also went over.

"Is this a sketch?"

"It seems so, but its lines are so thin! Young Master Chiang on it looks so handsome, but why is there a bunny on his shoulder? Aren't men with cats appear more lovable?"

Bunny curled her lips.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a cat or a rabbit. This painting is exquisite. It feels very artistic!"

"Artistic? It's just a plain sketch! This is an art exhibition. Most of the paintings here are excellent oil paintings and watercolors from masters. How can such a simple sketch be displayed here?" The crowd began to discuss the drawing.

Seeing a group of ignorant people gesturing and commenting on her work, Bunny could not help saying, "This isn't a sketch!" "Not a sketch?"

"Then what is this?"

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

Bunny pointed at the fine lines on it and said, "This is a modern meticulous brushwork, an elaborate-style traditional painting!"

"I've never heard of it, but it looks like a sketch!"

"They aren't the same at all. A sketch cannot have so many fine and thin lines!" Bunny rolled her eyes and continued, "The brushwork is made of thin and steady lines drawn by writing brushes made of weasel's hair. Lines are essential for meticulous brushwork. See the neat, delicate, and detailed hair here!

"Therefore, it takes a lot of effort to make such a good work!"

Some people were not convinced, and one of them asked, "Who knows whether you just talk nonsense or not?"

Hearing that, Bunny suddenly stamped with rage. "Nonsense?! This is my painting, so I believe I have the right to speak!"

To prove what she said, she flew on without stopping, "I used line drawing in traditional ink and brush style and made use of the color contrast with black and white. The lines look simple - there is barely any decorative element, but the color depth of each line I drew is different. I used two kinds of painting skills to draw this little rabbit. See its ears? I used overlay skill!"

Her words silenced everyone.

Looking at everyone's eyes with surprise and admiration, Bunny proudly raised her small chin, looking down her nose at these onlookers.

She turned around swaggeringly, intending to enjoy the other paintings.

Unexpectedly, she saw a tall and robust figure.

Emerson was standing there with his hands in his pockets, gazing at her with emotion.

Damn!

Bunny covered her mouth in panic, but it was too late to cover her secret up.

She reacted quickly and ran away from him as fast as she could.

However, no matter how fast she was, she could not run faster than Emerson, who had a pair of long legs. Just after she ran out of the art museum, she heard footsteps coming closer behind her. "Sloane!"

Emerson grabbed her arm from behind with a gloomy face and blocked her way. "Bunny,

stop!"

Bunny, caught by him out of blue, had no time to stop. Her nose just hit his hard chest.

She grimaced in pain.

While rubbing her painful nose, she wanted to complain but suddenly saw his downcast eyes.

She felt a little timid and pursed her small mouth tightly.

Emerson said through his clenched teeth, "Bunny, you're pretending to have amnesia to fool me!"

He was about to explode with anger!

Sure enough, she was still that little liar!

When she first broke into his life, he was full of lies, and now she lied to him again. She got a moderate brain concussion because of the car accident. With this, she lied to him that she was almost suffering from memory loss. She pretended that she did not know him, which kept Emerson on pins and needles every day!

He came all the way to replace her abroad, but it seemed that she did not care about it at all!

The muscles on his arms trembled, and he tried hard to restrain himself. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would strangle her in a rage!

It was so annoying!

Bunny looked away. "So what?"

Emerson was struck dumb.

How could she say that in such a righteous manner?!

Bunny pouted and continued to say justly, "Yes, I pretended that I didn't know you, and I don't want to be your sex partner anymore. I hate Ice city, and I hate you too. I just want to go home!"

Emerson sneered coldly. "Home? Is this really your home? Your father and stepmother are so bad to you!"

Bunny pursed her lips and said gloomily, "Anyway, nobody likes me. It doesn't matter where I stay!"

Emerson put forth his strength and took her into his arms.

As he had her in arms, Emerson did not want to let go of her. She was so soft and tender! With intense emotions surging in his chest, he pressed his thin lips against her ears. "Why do you think no one likes you? Am I not a human?"

Hearing that, Bunny was about to burst into tears. All of a sudden, she pushed him away.

She stepped back a few steps, keeping a distance from him, and said angrily, "You don't like me at all. You just like having sex with me!"

Emerson was speechless.

What was this all about?

If he only wanted to make love with a woman, why must he look for her?

If he just treated her as a sex partner, why would he bother so much? Was it a pink diamond and a marriage proposal?

Emerson stepped forward - he wanted to hold her in his arms again and talk everything through with her. At this time, a car suddenly drove over.

He honked the horn twice and stopped at the intersection in front of him.

The back door opened, and a young boy in his early twenties got off. He was in leisure clothes: a hoodie, jeans, and gym shoes. He must be a college student too.

The boy was obviously here for Bunny. He waved at her and shouted, "Sloane!"

Bunny immediately waved back at him and then raised her chin to show Emerson, "Hey, did you see him? He is my fiance! A high-caliber student in the Financial Department of my college!" Emerson's eyes immediately darkened as he threatened in a deep voice, "I dare you to say it again!"

"I said he's my fiance!" Bunny, not scared, repeated it, blinking her eyes. Then she pouted. "I didn't know it was him. I thought my dad forced me to marry an old and ugly man, so I ran away. It had never occurred to me that he would be such a young man, so I accept him now!"

"You know what, I changed my taste now. I no longer like men older than me. I'm quite into handsome young boys now! So, go back home and stop nagging me!"

After saying that, Bunny ignored his gloomy face and ran to the handsome young boy.

They got into the car and left together right in front of him.

This little heartless thing!

Emerson was so angry that he kicked over the trash can beside him.