Flabbergasted with the journalist, I pointed at Christopher. “Mister, if you are in our country, you would make an awesome novelist since you are excellent at making up stories. Nevertheless, my husband is right here. If you wish to know about Remington, you can ask him.”

 

The journalist was so embarrassed that he quickly left us. Looking at his retreating figure, I couldn’t stop laughing. “Chris, is this considered bullying? His face turned red before he left.”

 

“No, this is attacking the enemy without mercy. If he had not come to create trouble for us, we would not have done that.” Christopher was always supportive of me. “My wife is always right.”

I really did something wrong?”

so, then there must be something wrong with my judgment,” Christopher said

done something really wrong?” I winked and asked

then you have to refer back to what I said previously.” Christopher really pampered me even

than Remington, the few people I know at the art exhibition were those from our country. When the exhibition was at its busiest, some artists were competing at the stage right in the center. Christopher went there

 

angry and hateful expressions at me. She was probably still sore from what happened earlier

a little lesson. Someone had to keep her in line, or Crystal would think that

spread from abroad to Hawen. Later on, it became a tradition and it evolved into four

 

stage, Remington was having a friendly competition with a foreign painter. He obviously had a unique skill and the pictures of

is really amazing. In the past, my idol had been Spencer. I should have been more respectful of Remington

One day, you’ll be on the same level as him. To challenge yourself

never before. “Chris, I really love painting. Even standing here,

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