Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 210

Instead of looking at the man, unexpectedly, Ryan turned to look at me first.

After confirmation, he raised his hand and greeted me. "Little girl, long time no see. I asked you to call me before. But you didn't." "Mr. Ryan, how come you can recognize me?"

I was a little surprised.

After all, I was sort of heavily disguised now. It was a miracle that Ryan could recognize me.

Ryan smiled and said, "Yes, I surely can recognize you."

At this moment, the man who had just called out to Ryan walked over and said rather unhappily, "Ryan, why didn't you pay any attention to me when I called you?"

He was a man about the same age as Ryan.

"Didn't you see me talking to my student?"

As Ryan spoke, I looked at the direction he pointed and confirmed it over and over again. Only after that was I sure that he was talking about me.

Hearing this, the man was stunned, saying,

"What did you say? Student? Is she your student?" The man looked at me hurriedly and stretched out his hands, "Hello, hello, nice to meet you. I am the director here. My name is Boris Weil."

He couldn't treat me more respectfully.

"Hello." I looked at Ryan with surprise, "Mr. Ryan, as for this..."

"You are my student-to-be."

Ryan added.

Boris looked at me with admiration and said, "Oh, little girl, you look so young. You, whom Ryan likes to enroll as his student, surely have brilliant talent. After you make some achievements two years later, you have to..."

"Well, I haven't enrolled her yet. Why are you telling her these things? If you scare her away, I'll never let you go!"

Ryan looked at Boris with dissatisfaction.

Boris laughed and said, "Okay, okay, okay. Let's talk about it in the future. We'll talk about it in the future. Let's go inside and have a talk."

"Then I'll leave first."

Seeing that they wanted to go in, I didn't intend to follow them.

Unexpectedly, Ryan said with an unhappy look on his face, "I have said that you are my student in the future. If you don't follow me, I will be embarrassed."

"What's that?"

I was a little confused. But I got Ryan's point. So I quickly nodded and said, "Okay, I won't leave."

Upon hearing this, Ryan felt a little more pleasant.

I was pulled into a reception room behind the exhibition in a daze.

This reception room was antique. And the furniture inside was all made of rosewood.

The carving on it was exquisite.

In my eyes, the furniture placed here all cost a lot of money!

And some of them probably couldn't be purchased with money.

Boris respectfully invited Ryan to sit on the seat of honor.

Unexpectedly, Ryan sat on a rosewood armchair with a reluctant look on his face, "Oh, why are you like the old-fashioned ones in my family? How come you are particular about these things? It's not as comfortable to sit on these as to sit on a sofa."

"The ones I get along with all like them. So I have to buy some." Boris said with a smile, "Did you check the works displayed in this exhibition just now? What do you think of them?"

"Not good."

Ryan said directly.

Boris didn't get angry as he continued to ask, "Why don't you give me some advice?"

As he said that, he took out a booklet displaying the works in this exhibition and handed it to Ryan.

I sat by the side and saw that Ryan flipping through the booklet as he was complaining. And Boris smiled apologetically on the side.

The more I saw it, the more subtle I thought that the relationship between the two of them was.

Boris called Ryan intimately showed that the two of them got along with each other.

But at this time, Boris was so respectful that he didn't look like an acquaintance of Ryan's at all.

However, judging from Boris's attitude towards Ryan, they seemed to be acquaintances.

After Ryan was done with his complaints, he found a drawing randomly and started to point out the issues in detail.

I silently took out a small notebook on the side, secretly learning from Ryan's instructions.

After Ryan almost finished speaking, I was about to put away the notebook. Unexpectedly, he looked at me and asked, "Do you remember what I said?"

"What's that?"

I stared blankly at Ryan. For a moment, I didn't understand what was going on.

Ryan looked unhappy and said, "Do you think that I'm so enthusiastic to advise him for such a long time? I'm instructing you!"

"In... Instructing me?" I looked at Ryan with a dull look on my face.

Although I didn't come to my senses, Boris was happy, saying, "Haha, I was just wondering what's wrong with Ryan today. It turns out that he did so because of you."

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Ryan."

Although I thanked him on the surface, I was confused in my heart.

So far, Ryan had just met me twice. Judging from all of his moves, I knew that he surely was a weirdo.

And he wasn't approachable or easygoing. Neither would he care about others' judgement.

However, he treated me differently...

Before I acknowledged him as my teacher, he took the initiative to say I was his student.

And he took the initiative to instruct me.

I recalled that Patrick had once told me that others surely were helping me because of their feelings for me or their interest...

"Could it be that..."

"Although Ryan is more than 50 years old, did he have a crush on me? It shouldn't be."

I, who was overwhelmingly confused in my heart, couldn't help but ask after leaving the exhibition with Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, I'm quite grateful that you've treated me so well, but..."

"You think that an old man like me wants to hit on you, do you?"

Ryan looked at me as if he were looking at an idiot and exposed what was going on in my mind.

He didn't show any mercy.

I shook my head quickly.

Ryan looked at me up and down and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

"I..." I hesitated for a moment. "Someone poured hydrochloric acid on my face before. Now my facial muscles are injured. And I haven't had a recovery surgery yet."

Upon hearing this, Ryan immediately flew into a rage, saying, "What? Who did so to you? Did you catch him? What's going on? Tell me. I'll find someone to help you catch him."

"There's no need. Thank you, Mr. Ryan."

I didn't want to get Ryan involved in this matter.

Ryan looked at me and sighed deeply, "Alas, forget it. It is okay that your face is ruined. Your hand is still intact. As long as you have a good mind, it'll be OK."

Hearing what he said, I was at a loss for words.

He looked at me and said, "Give me the pen and the notebook with which you have taken notes."

"Ah, okay." Originally, I thought Ryan wanted to check my note. Although I was a little embarrassed, I dared not to refuse.

After I gave the notebook and the pen to him, he didn't turn to the front page of the notebook. Instead, he directly turned to the last page, wrote something on it, and quickly closed it. After that, he handed the notebook back to me, "I didn't give you my phone number last time. This time, I gave it to you. When are you ready to be my student, call me.

After that, he rode away on a 28 bicycle at the door. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Standing where I was, I was figuring out what had happened just now.

I took out my cell phone, intending to save Ryan's phone number in my phonebook. However, a call came in.

On the cell phone screen, the caller ID showed that it was Lisa calling me.

It wasn't until I saw her call that I realized that I hadn't talked to her on the phone for a while.

I picked up the call and heard a woman's dull voice right away over the phone, "Sister, what have you been busy doing recently? I didn't contact you. How come you didn't contact me either?"

"No, it is not like that. Alas, too many things have happened to me recently." Hearing Lisa's voice, I felt relieved.

"In that case, tell me," Lisa said with a smile, "Moreover, it will be my birthday next week. I'll buy myself a birthday cake. If you don't have enough money, I won't want a gift from you. But you have to accompany me to celebrate my birthday during your busy schedule. You have to!"