Contract Marriage With Mysterious President

Chapter 350 Two Men Go Life Painting

The sun was vicious. It radiated its heat relentlessly to everybody, as if it was reluctant to leave the

stage with the upcoming start of winter.

Finnley was wearing a simple loose-cut black T-shirt and a pair of black Harem Pants, with his usual

short hair and divine face. It was hard for anyone who saw the face to shut off any further imagination.

He came out of the supermarket with a bottle of water in his hand. Drinking while walking, he could

finally feel a bit of a pause of the crucial heat from the coolness in his hand.

Arriving at the underground parking, he spotted a woman on a phone call, so he instinctively hid

himself behind the wall.

He sent Amy a message on the phone and then walked out as if he didn't see her. Walking over to his

car, he unlocked the vehicle.

"Finnley? Wait, Finnley, wait!" Allison saw Finnley not far away as she hung up, and walked towards

him hastily.

"Oh, Ms. Field?" Finnley turned around and pretended he just saw her, staring in a slightly

condescending gesture.

His 5.8 inch height was not outstanding among males, but for most females, they had to look up to him

already.

"Finnley, you look great. No wonder Hil likes you so much. Even girl like me finds you attractive. But

since you're not a big fan of Hilary, may I introduce you to a better one?" Allison figured that since Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Finnley was the one Amy trusted, if she could get him on her side, it would be so much easier for her to

roll out her plans.

"Oh, that's so nice of you, Ms. Field. But I'm not planning on finding a girlfriend at the moment. Plus, I'm

not interested in women now." Finnley replied coldly.

"C'mon, Finn. You're not falling for Amy, right? She's the type of woman who plays with men easily. See

what Richard has turned into. You should know the kind of power Richard and his family have, right?

You won't beat him. Why don't you go for someone with a simpler background?" Allison seemed like

she was really caring for him.

"That's not necessary. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go now. Please step away." Finnley was about

to open the door of his car.

At this moment, Allison caught Finnley's arm with her red-nail hand.

"Finn, don't you want to take a close look at me? I'm no worse than Amy Newell. The girl that I'm going

to introduce to you, she's even prettier than me. You can be reassured that I won't lie to you." Allison

leaned over to Finnley and blew some warm air into his ear.

Finnley was tickled heavily by the strong perfume and sneezed hard right at Allison's face.

"Ahhh!" Allison screamed. It took her a long time today to do the make-up and now it was completely

ruined by this goddamn Finnley Carr.

"I'm so sorry. I'm allergic to strange smells. Your perfume is way too strong. I repeat, I'm not interested

in women, so no need to bother, Ms. Field." Finnley opened the door quickly. The way Allison held his

arm gave him lots of creep.

"Allison, Allison!" Just when Allison was about to say something to Finnley, Jacob Carter ran towards

her hurriedly and took her arm all of a sudden.

"What are you doing here?" Allison was held tightly in Jacob's arms completely off guard just the

moment she saw this douchebag.

Finnley took this good opportunity and ignited the car, rushing out like a rocket.

Dexter asked Finnley out for a life painting up in the mountain today. Finnley took a strong interest in

painting since childhood, but his family didn't allow him to pursuit his love. His mother made him study

finance and management. He learned many things through it, but none was what he really liked.

Learning that Dexter was a painter reignited the inner love for art in Finnley again. He was eager to

learn from Dexter and nobody would be in his way now.

He arrived at the rendezvous and saw that Dexter was already waiting with the canvas and a big

backpack.

"Come on, get in the car." Finnley told Dexter. He then got off the car and helped Dexter load

everything. The appearance of such two beautiful faces attracted loads of girls from the university, who

started photographing them secretly with their phones.

"Let's go, otherwise we'd cause a traffic jam here." Dexter laughed, seated at the passenger's seat and

asking Finnley to drive off.

"It's so hot today! But it'll get cooler up in the mountain. It's beautiful there. I bring you a set of tool too,

so you can paint with me later." The two hobbyists found themselves a lot of common topics.

"Great, thanks Professor Butler! You made my childhood dream come true. I'll definitely return the

favor." Finnley said in an exciting tone. He was well aware of Dexter's reputation as an artist. Now this

famous painter was sitting right next to him and would teach him how to paint, how could he suppress

his excitement? You didn't even get such a chance by paying him.

"Really? Nice! But I can't think of one right now." Dexter smiled, finding this Finnley guy quite an

interesting figure.

"So I owe you one, then. Whenever you need my help, don't hesitate to let me know." Finnley was the

kind of person who never ate his own words.

"Good." Dexter was a little lost in Finnley's handsome profile, so he took out a pad and a pencil from

his bag and started drawing.

Before long, Finnley's face emerged on the paper, and after a little tweaking, the face looked truly vivid

now. Finnley caught a glimpse at his portrait from Dexter, and a shot of shyness rose from inside being

drawn by such an outstanding master.

After the drawing was done, Dexter tucked it back in his bag without showing it to Finnley, pretending

nothing had happened just now. So the two remained silent for the rest of the way.

When the off-roader roared up to the hillside, Dexter asked to pull over.

"The next part will be a bit difficult to drive, but after that, we'll see the most fabulous scene you'll ever

see." Dexter told Finnley.

Each of them took a backpack, and Dexter tried to carry all of the rest onto his back. Seeing the slim

body of Finnley's, he would've felt guilty not carrying more as he was a 6'1'' tall guy.

"Let me take this. You've got too much." Finnley felt bad about Dexter carrying most of the stuff,

although it couldn't hinder one bit of his charm.

"No problem. I used to go out a lot with my students. I'm used to it." Dexter said as he loaded

everything on his back and marched forward. Finnley had no other choice but to just follow him

behind.