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Chapter 783: 783: Cold Night, I Like You
Chapter 783: 783: Cold Night, I Like You
Chapter 783: Chapter 783: Cold Night, I Like You
Xaviera pursed her lips, her heart filled with emotion. Caleb was the kind of person who liked to quietly give, like a gentle stream warming her heart.
She moved closer, patted Caleb on the back, and then turned her head to instruct, “Butler, the dishes today are too heavy on the taste. Let’s change to something lighter.”
Caleb’s mouth curved slightly, his eyes full of laughter as he looked at her tenderly.
Xaviera was caught in the deep gaze of his eyes, her heart beating violently, her cheeks turning red involuntarily.
After the meal, Xaviera excitedly said, “Caleb, let’s pack up and go to the painting exhibition quickly! Perhaps Mr. Elijah Flack will show up today! I don’t want to miss this opportunity!”
Caleb’s expression was subtle, “Are you so eager to see him?”
Xaviera frowned. Caleb clearly knew that she really wanted to see Mr. Elijah Flack, yet he always repeated this question. She couldn’t figure out what he meant.
Since Mr. Elijah Flack didn’t come on the first day of the painting exhibition, he should be here on the second day, right? If not today, then it would be even harder to meet him in the future.
Xaviera looked dejected as a sudden voice came to her mind:
—”Mrs. Mamet is so adorably silly. I’ve hinted so obviously, but she still doesn’t know who Cold Night is!”
Xaviera looked confused. So who was Cold Night then? How would she know?
Before she could figure it out, Caleb’s thoughts came to her again:
—”If I tell Mrs. Mamet directly that I am Cold Night, will she be angry?”
—”Telling Mrs. Mamet like that would definitely make her angry. It’s better to think of a way to let her discover it herself.”
Xaviera shuddered, her eyes widened in shock. What did Caleb just say? He was Cold Night? How could that be possible?
Mr. Elijah Flack was her grandfather’s favorite painter, who had gained fame in the oil painting circle thirteen years ago and was the idol of many painters. How could he be a young man in his twenties like Caleb?
However, Xaviera soon realized that Caleb couldn’t possibly lie in his mind. So he must indeed be Cold Night! She couldn’t believe he hid this fact from her for so long.
Xaviera suddenly remembered how she had been expressing her admiration for Cold Night in front of Caleb all these days. Her mouth twitched slightly as she looked at him, her face full of shock.
Was her husband actually Mr. Elijah Flack, whom she had been admiring for so many years? Not even a novel would dare write such a twist!
Caleb said softly, “Xaviera?”
Xaviera frowned and felt more aggrieved the more she thought about it. This damned man had deceived her for so long! She had to get her revenge, and so she let out a charming smile, “Caleb~”
Caleb looked at Xaviera doubtfully, raising his eyebrows, “Hm?”
Xaviera’s mouth curved slightly as she said breezily, “I suddenly don’t want to go to the exhibition.”
“You’re not going to find Cold Night?” Caleb asked.
Xaviera had a nonchalant expression, dragging out her voice, “Actually, I don’t mind whether I see him or not! I used to like Cold Night and admire him a lot, but after all these years, he only has a few paintings and no new works. He just relies on his talent and refuses to work hard. What’s there to admire about such a painter?”
Caleb’s expression stiffened, “…”
Xaviera continued, “Just look at Mr. Alan Willock. He has devoted his entire life to oil painting, with dozens of works under his name. Even at his current age, he still wants to break through his limits. As for Cold Night, all his paintings combined don’t even amount to ten. He never participates in painting exhibitions and tries to make himself mysterious to hype himself up. Such a person is not worthy of being a painter. What do you think, Caleb?”
After a long silence, Caleb said with a slightly twitching mouth, “Maybe you misunderstood him. He didn’t want to hype himself up. He just had other things to do and didn’t have time to paint.”
Xaviera just wanted to see him admit defeat, “What misunderstanding! Why don’t you take me to meet him now? I want to ask him in person.”
Caleb’s face was awkward. He had known Xaviera admired Cold Night, which was why he had not disclosed his identity and wanted to tease her. Now that she wasn’t interested anymore, what should he say?
Maybe she had already figured out the truth, but who told her? Was it Elijah Flack?
Caleb lowered his eyes, his hot palm fell on her cheek, gently stroking her, his voice low and magnetic, “Mrs. Mamet.”
Xaviera suppressed her anger, “What?!”
Caleb bent down, and his hot breath enveloped her body. His eyes were tender, like a serene lake. His lips lightly parted, “Whether you like Cold Night or not doesn’t matter, as long as he likes you.”