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Chapter: 1283
Rosalynn blinked at him, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”
“You know perfectly well.”
Given her condition, he knew better than to push his desires. Yet…
Leaning her back against the chair, Brian’s fingers traced a path from her chin, down.
“Darling, don’t toy with me. There are numerous ways to keep a man content.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA memory of her nearly injured hand from last night made her wince slightly. She gently pushed him
away, straightening herself in the chair. “Do your own work; don’t interrupt mine.”
She wasn’t about to invite more trouble!
Brian, chuckling, moved away to get himself a glass of water.
Meanwhile, in Keegan’s office, his eyebrows knitted together at the unexpected presence of Deanna.
“What did you say? Brian requested I instruct you?” he questioned incredulously.
“Exactly! You don’t believe it? My brother is still at his desk. You can confirm it with him,” Deanna
replied.
He did believe her; he was just reluctant.
The last thing he wanted was another altercation with this haughty woman.
Ignoring Keegan’s silent contemplation, Deanna began to explore the office.
The room was classically decorated in tones of black, white, and gray but it held a different aura than
Brian’s stark office.
Several baroque-style oil paintings adorned the walls, infusing the space with an artistic charm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDeanna’s eyes swept over each painting, the gleam in her gaze betraying her fascination.
“Keegan, who is the artist behind these paintings?” she asked.
Despite his vexation over Brian’s unexpected request, Keegan remained calm and composed.
“Rosalynn and I collaborated on these.”
Deanna swiveled to face him, a surprised Look on her face. “Really?”
She had been convinced they were the creations of a renowned artist.
Gazing at Keegan’s handsome features, she approached his desk, a curious glint in her eye. “Could
you teach me to draw?”
She was young, her face delicate, her skin smooth.