My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Chapter 80

Faced with Marc's shock, Pearl said calmly, "Mr. Males, even if you've seen through this matter, please don't expose it"

She really drew it herself

What other skills did she have that he did not know?

However, under Pearl's calm gaze, Mare swallowed all his surprise and doubts. This woman was good at keeping secrets. If he continued to

it would seem like he had never seen the world and she would look down on him.

overran.

If it was just painting, she would gladly let everyone know. However, she was forging it, so the more low-key she was, the better.

She could sell that he had a lot of questions, and he was staring at the painting lovingly as if he was afraid that it would break if he touched it too hard. His careful look was funny.

Pearl took the initiative to explain to him. This painting was my work when I was young. Actually, I wasn't that young. I was about 14 or 15 years old. I went to an art exhibition with my father and saw this painting. At that time, I liked Van Gogh very much and felt that life was filled with adventures. No matter how big the storm was, there was no need to be afraid."

"Fourteen or fifteen. That's also the period after you were kidnapped, isn't it?"

Marc naturally took over the conversation. He suddenly realized that he and Pearl had witnessed the most difficult period of each other's lives.

Fate worked in mysterious ways.

Yes Pearl nodded.

Marc lowered his head to look at the painting. He still looked incredulous. "You've only seen it once, and you were able to recreate it?"

"Of course not. Do you think I'm a god?"

Pearl was a little speechless. Even if she had a photographic memory, it was impossible for her to remember every detail of the painting and recreate it exactly. "My father liked this painting very much He originally wanted to buy it, but the old director refused to sell it. Later, under my father's coaxing and pestering he reluctantly agreed to lend it to my father for three days. I saw that my father really liked it, so I simply drew one for him... At that time, I wasn't very skilled. I was too young and couldn't understand the meaning behind the painting. Basically, I just copied it, but my father liked it very much and has hung it in his office all these years.

Mare listened to her calm narration, as if she was talking about a painting she casually painted, and suddenly understood what it meant to flex.

You're too humble. It's not easy to replicate a masterpiece so accurately."

Pearl shook her head gently "This can only mean that you are a layman. A layman looks at the painting while an expert notices the details. If my master saw this painting, he would definitely lecture me for ruining his reputation. However, the hands of this unworthy disciple are now useless. I wouldn't be able to ruin his reputation even if I wanted to."

Marc frowned. "You mean the calluses on your hands?"

Pearl remained silent.

There was more to forgery than copying a work of art. Only by making sure one's skin was smooth could one feel something different when touching a painting. However, her fingers were already covered in thick calluses. She had long been unable to feel paintings. How could what she drew from then on be hard to distinguish from the real thing'

After knowing Pearl's true identity, Mare had been wondering how the calluses on her hands came abour

Even if the dignified young mistress of the Woolery family had not been pampered ever since she was young, she would not need to work in the fields all day like the farmers in the rural areas. How did the calluses on her palms come about then! Marr was about to ask P

Pearl when the waiter brought the dishes in. He put the painting away and temporarily suppressed his urge to question her Darren, the famous chef, personally cooked the dishes, ap even the most ordinary home-cooked dishes tasted exceptional. The fragrance of the food filled the air, making one drool.

"Let's eat"

The two of them sat across each other and started to eat. During the meal, they talked about the racecourse project. The conversation was not continuous, but it was meaningful. Moreover, she always knew what he meant the moment he started talking. There was an indescribable tacit understanding between them.

Both of them enjoyed the meal. The atmosphere was very y peaceful, and it felt like two old friends having a reunion.

11:29 AM ☐ ☐

Chapter 80

Pearl suddenly remembered what Lucas once said. "If we

If we can't be husband and wife, we can still be friends."

Her pupils constricted as her gaze landed on Marc. He had obviously dressed up tonight. Although he was usually dressed in a suit and leather shoes, today, he was wearing a light green suit, dark green cufflinks, and a red tie that he would not usually wear. He exuded an elegant yet roguish

BUEL

Putting aside everything else, this man's appearance and temperament alone were rare in this world. Very few women would reject him, and Pearl was no exception

If she hadn't loved him so deeply and been hurt by him so badly, perhaps they could really become friends, or even... confidants.

Marc continued talking, and after a while, he realized Pearl hadn't said something for some time. He looked up and noticed that she was looking at him quietly. Her big eyes were filled with sadness. The mole under her eyes looked a little blurry under her watery gaze. He realized belatedly that he had said a great deal this evening, perhaps more than he usually did in a week.

It wasn't that he was trying to fill the silence. Expressing what he was thinking just came naturally.

Why didn't he realize that there were so many things to talk about with Pearl previously? Was it because she had been pretending in front of him, or had he never opened up to her before!

"Pearl" He suddenly called her name.

Pearl was in a daze and subconsciously replied, "Huh?"

Marc stared deeply at the woman opposite him. His handsome face revealed a rare blush. He moved his lips and his voice was hoarse and low, but he was extremely direct "Can we start over?" Pearl's heart skipped a beat. After realizing what he just said, she regained her senses.

There was silence. A long silence.

Under Pearls silent gaze, Marc's heart started to race

At this moment, he was like a young man who had gathered the courage to bid farewell to the g but he could not suppress his restless heart as he waited nervously for her answer. girl he liked in his youth. He was afraid of rejection,

However, the corners of Pearl's lips slowly curled up. There was no joy, only mockery. "Mr. Males, did Clarissa knock some sen transform you from an infatuated handsome man to a Casanova?" Mare's pupils constricted as if he had been splashed with cold water. He pursed his lips and asked, "What do you mean?"

sense into you and

"Last night, you were still secretly meeting the lady in red, yet tonight, you're here to hook up with your ex-wife. Mr. Males, your two-timing skills are as perfect as ever."

The corners of Pearl's lips curled up slightly, but her eyes were filled with coldness