Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 502 - 241: A Painting Worth Over Three Million, Just Torn Like That? (1 more)_3

Chapter 502: Chapter 241: A Painting Worth Over Three Million, Just Torn Like That? (1 more)_3

Kay Forrest walked past Jane Quinlan as if he didn’t recognize her at all.

So naturally, Jane Quinlan was even less likely to recognize the woman.

Seeing him walk away, Camila Weston still went after him: "Director Forrest."

Jane Quinlan turned around with Kay Forrest to look back.

She didn’t speak, and Kay Forrest raised his eyebrows: "Miss Weston, is there something you need?"

"Just now, didn’t we agree to talk business together?"

Because she didn’t know the identity of the woman with Kay Forrest.

Camila Weston held back slightly.

Kay Forrest wrapped his arm around Jane Quinlan’s shoulder: "Oh, I’m very sorry, but my girlfriend has asked me to accompany her home to rest."

Camila Weston looked at Jane Quinlan with a hint of disappointment, and then her gaze shifted to the painting in her hand.

Jane Quinlan thought, could this woman have taken a fancy to Kay Forrest?

Was this chap, saying he was putting on an act, just to let her help him ward off a suitor?

Kay Forrest noticed Camila Weston’s gaze and stretched out his hand to Jane: "Come on Jane, hand me the painting."

Jane Quinlan didn’t say a word and handed over the painting.

Camila Weston thought he was going to give the painting to her, and the look of disappointment in her eyes lessened a bit.

Unexpectedly, Kay Forrest slowly unfolded the painting right in front of her.

Jane Quinlan looked at Kay Forrest, puzzled as to what he was doing.

As she was still wondering, Kay Forrest suddenly tore the painting in half.

Not only was Camila Weston stunned at that moment.

Even Jane Quinlan, who had been notified to watch the performance, was completely dumbfounded.

This extravagant fellow, tearing up a painting worth over three million just like that?

Does he want to ascend to heaven or what?

Camila Weston looked back at Kay Forrest with some displeasure.

"Director Forrest, what do you mean by this?"

"Listen, my girlfriend may not understand paintings, but it just so happens she has a wealthy boyfriend.

Her boyfriend dotes on her and is willing to spend over three million on a painting just for her to tear up as scrap paper for fun.

So, don’t talk about her behind her back in the future.

If I hear it again, I won’t be so polite."

Having said that, Kay Forrest directly threw the painting on Camila Weston, turned around, and walked away holding Jane Quinlan’s hand.

Only then did Jane Quinlan understand the purpose of Kay Forrest’s performance, which was simply to protect her.

She was pulled along, looking up at his profile as they walked.

This man seemed to have grown in stature in her eyes all of a sudden.

Once outside the hotel, Kay Forrest handed over the car keys to her.

"I just had a drink, so you drive."

Jane Quinlan nodded: "Okay, sure."

Once in the car, Jane Quinlan asked him: "When did that woman talk behind my back? How come I didn’t know?"

"I thought you said your ears were sharper than a dog’s? Seems like they aren’t always so reliable."

"I’m not as good as you."

"Are you saying my ears are better than a dog’s?"

Jane Quinlan gave a snort of laughter, concentrating on driving and not looking at him.

"That’s not an insult, it’s a compliment."

"I don’t feel like being compared to a dog is a compliment."

Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes—damn it, was this old youngster insinuating that she was a dog?

Does he deserve a scolding?

"Wait a moment, I really have to talk to you. It’s okay if people say something about me, why do you have to clash with others using your own money?

A painting worth over three million, and you tore it just to anger that woman, it’s not worth it."

"Your dignity, your self-respect are worth much more than that painting.

If necessary, not just three million, but thirty million would be spent.

My woman, I wouldn’t even be willing to scold her, and yet she has quite the guts."

Jane Quinlan’s heart swelled with another wave of tenderness. Where could one find such a boyfriend?

She was so lucky.

But while she thought this way, she cheekily said: "It’s not like you’ve scolded me infrequently, have you?"

"I can scold, but others definitely can’t."

Jane Quinlan laughed and couldn’t be bothered to respond.

After getting home, Kay Forrest urged Jane Quinlan to go take a shower.

Jane Quinlan knew what he was up to, so she deliberately procrastinated.

Kay Forrest was impatient: "Are you waiting for me to carry you in for us to shower together?"

Jane Quinlan saw him approaching with an ambiguous look and quickly raised her hands in surrender: "Alright, alright, I’ll go shower, but... can we negotiate something?"

"What is it?"

"Just once a night, is that okay?

Won’t you get tired of this body if it’s more than that?"

Based on Kay Forrest’s past experiences, he indeed should have been tired by now.

But in fact, he wasn’t at all.

So now he was quite certain; Jane Quinlan, her heart, they all matched him perfectly.

Especially their physical harmony.

Kay Forrest whispered near her ear: "No, I’ve been eating well lately, definitely need some exercise."

Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes: "If you keep this up, I’ll consider moving out."