Hunt A CEO Husband For My Mommy

Chapter 88 A Great Amount Of Money, A Portrait

Chapter 88 Ten Thousand Dollars A Portrait

Only Amber's sobbing was heard in the room. Edgar was so upset that he didn't want to say anything. But he was rather disappointed with his wife.

In the sports car that was heading towards the castle, Freya also said nothing for a long time after getting into the car.

Even though she hogged the limelight at Amber's party, she found it meaningless as she thought about it, because she didn't want to get involved with that kind of group at all. In her current life, she wouldn't want to link with any scum.

"Why don't you say something? Didn't you perform well on stage just now?" She heard Austin's deep voice which had a hint of praise.

Now Freya started to remember and turned to look at him, asking, "Why did you just come here suddenly? Didn't I tell you to pick Daniel home?"

"I called you a few times but you didn't answer the phone. So I just came." Austin confessed truthfully.

She frowned and then lowered her head to look for her phone in her bag. But she couldn't find it, "How is it possible? My phone..." Immediately, she remembered that the last time she took her phone was when she was looking for design drafts in the office. She bit her lip and realized that she had just left it there.

"I left my phone in the office." Freya got upset.

Austin snorted and rebuked her softly, "Look at you. Being careless all the time."

Freya was looking at the beautiful cityscape with neon lights flashing outside the window, thinking of what she had said on stage today and the expressions of both Edgar and his wife. She couldn't help feeling overjoyed. As Austin showed up later, it made a perfect ending to the show. She felt that in the upper class, it would be hard to clarify her relationship with Austin. Everyone got the wrong idea, but what could she do?

Seeing that Freya didn't speak, he frowned. He knew that she was surprised tonight and thus gave her some time to calm down. He just controlled the steering wheel gracefully with both hands and drove the car lazily.

Back to the castle, the little boy felt the warmth in his heart as he found that his daddy and mommy came back together. Well, for a kid, the happiest thing was to be surrounded by his parents.

It was past nine o'clock. They took the boy directly back to their home in the city center. It was Friday tomorrow. After another day of school, their child could have some rest.

On the way back, the boy became sleepy again. Freya tried her best to coax him not to sleep and the kid kept awake until they finally arrived. Austin found that she was rather patient, although he just saw her nagging over and over again crazily.

When the little boy took a bath and dried his hair, he blinked his big eyes and became drowsy again. Well, a child was not like an adult who had to brew his sleep. Instead, Daniel just became sleepy so suddenly that he could fall asleep deeply in a second.

Freya put him on the bed. As she found that it was still early, she thought that she could still work for a while. Now the company had just entered the business. If no novel design draft came up, there would be few opportunities for customers to choose and thus her commission and bonus would also be small. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

After tucking up the kid, she came out and found that Austin had taken up a position of the sofa. There was a glass of red wine in front of him. He was holding an IPAD and enjoying it lazily.

Although she could also design the draft in the room, she prefers a spacious place like the hall, where her mind wouldn't be limited by the space and she had stronger inspiration.

"Austin, can you go back to your bedroom to drink and watch the news? Well, I'd like to draw manuscripts here." She tried to negotiate it with him.

Austin raised his dashing eyebrows slightly, "I can be quiet."

It meant that he didn't want to go back to the room.

It was not a matter of quietness. In fact, she just couldn't calm down when he was here.

"Oh, please?" She couldn't help looking pitiful.

Her soft voice was a fatal attraction to men. He narrowed his secretive eyes slightly and his thin lips curved mysteriously, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

The sparkle in her dark eyes disappeared as she heard that. Why did he ask that question? How could he interpret it like that?

She frowned and said a little coldly, "I'm not interested in men."

"If I am right, well, four years ago, you were rather interested in me." He looked up at her with his cold and arrogant handsome face, looking a bit complacent.

She really couldn't stand his arrogance. She folded her arms and retorted unceremoniously, "Well, I was drugged that night. Because of that, I had an interest in any man, not just you. Just stop being delusional."

Suddenly, his face collapsed and he snorted. As there was a glint of fun in his eyes, he asked her, "Can you draw portraits?"

"I can. What?" She had no idea what he wanted.

He smiled attractively, "Just draw me a portrait and I'll give you 100000 dollars."

She felt bored as she heard that. Did he just play tricks on her with money? But a great amount of money? Well, it was rather tempting and it could offset her salary for a few months. She bit her lip and said, "Are you serious?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Of course I am. Draw me one! I haven't had anyone draw a portrait yet!"

She thought that she could earn that money by drawing a picture for him.

"Right! Deal. If the portrait is done tonight, will you pay tomorrow?" She showed a look of being blindfolded by interests.

He smiled seductively, "Sure. I am always true to my word."

"Are you going to get changed? Or I just start to draw now?" asked she.

He stood up and suddenly unbuttoned the cufflinks of his white silk shirt with his slender fingers. He began to roll his sleeves and showed his strong and powerful arms, "That's it!"

And then he took a chair beside the sofa to the French window and put it down. He sat with his slender legs apart and he folded his arms naturally on the back of the chair with his chin against the back of his hand. He just looked at her with his good-looking face.

"You may start now."

She nodded and said, "Right, please wait for a moment. I'll go get the drawing paper."

He watched as she came into the room with a mischievous smile on his face. As she was going to draw him, he thought that she would study his face carefully and watched it for several hours. With such a handsome face, he was confident that her heart would do a flip as she was going to look at it for a few hours.

A flip? She had more interest in his money instead of himself!

Freya took a drawing board, paper, a few pencils and erasers. She was rather good at plain drawing. When she was abroad, in order to practice drawing, she even drew portraits for free on the street for several months. Gradually, her drawing skills improved a lot.

After putting the drawing paper, she looked at the man in front of the French window and began to compose in her mind. Her heart skipped a beat suddenly and secretly as she glanced at him.

The light flooding in from outside the window fell on his face, keeping flickering. It made his face bathed in soft lighting. At the moment, his face was like God's most perfect masterpiece, as if he were a flawless deity