Chapter 488
Chapter 488:
A playful spark flickered in Fernanda’s eyes. “Maybe two?”
Curran’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Nevertheless, he chuckled. “If it’s two you want, two it shall be.”
“Really? Two?” Fernanda teased, drawing out the moment.
“Hmm?” Curran blinked, his face a canvas of bemused disbelief. He seemed unable to fathom her boldness.
Perhaps it had been ages since he’d met someone who resonated so well with his artistic passion. This newfound connection ignited an unusual generosity in him. “Three, then! Take three if you like! But that’s my final offer.”
Fernanda burst into laughter and handed him the lock. “I’m just pulling your leg. I couldn’t possibly take what you hold dear. These are masterpieces, and I know how much effort you’ve invested in collecting them. I’m flattered just to have seen them.”
Curran beamed, tapping his chest confidently, his demeanor easing into one of relief. “Anytime you wish to see them, just drop by, and I’ll have them waiting for you!”
Fernanda couldn’t help but smile.
Curran was like a child with a new friend, eager to share his favorite toys. Even if he was initially hesitant, his feigned generosity was endearing.
People often say that one grows childlike in their golden years, craving a bit of coddling.
Fernanda had misjudged Curran, anticipating a tough old codger, gruff and imposing. With his renowned leadership at Reed Group and a lifetime of accolades, she expected a rigid, authoritarian figure.
Moreover, his staunch, old-school beliefs had led him to ostracize Cristian, convinced that he would bring bad luck to the Reed family, banishing him when he was just a boy.
She prepared herself for a cold, rigid man. Yet, here Curran was, disarmingly warm and personable.
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How could such a man have ever turned his back on Cristian? Fernanda’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cabinet snapping shut as Curran locked it.
“Kids sometimes run around here, and I can’t risk them damaging my treasures,” Curran explained as he stood up, stretching his limbs with a contented sigh. “It’s been ages since I’ve enjoyed a chat this much.”
From the moment their conversation about art began downstairs, Curran realized Fernanda not only shared his passion but brought her own deep insights into paintings, making their exchange thoroughly enjoyable. He was elated.
Buoyed by this, Curran whipped out his phone and posted a picture on social media of a pink rabbit with a squinty smile. Above the image, he captioned it: “SO happy today!”
Fernanda, watching this display, raised an eyebrow.
It seemed he was quite accustomed to using the social platform to share updates about his life.
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