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"Let’s go. We’re done here," Hayden said as he took my hand and pulled

up from my seat.

"Ok…" I murmured softly as I followed close behind him.

Excusing out way through the row of seats, we finally managed to make it out of the theatre. There was more light outside in the hallway and I could see Hayden clearer now.

"Why did you pay so much for the painting?!" I cried out in panic.

"300 million dollars? It’s nothing. It’s supposed to be a good investnt, right?" Hayden said before smiling confidently at .

I said I liked the painting out of the other ones in the book, but I never said that it was a good investnt! I sighed loudly, knowing that telling that to Hayden wouldn’t change his thinking at all.

"Want to go have a closer look at our purchase?" Hayden suggested.

"We can do that? Really?" I asked, unable to contain my excitent.

Hayden laughed at

loudly and I slapped his arm playfully in my own embarrassnt. The staff took us to see the painting that Hayden had won in the auction. Apparently, he had to settle the paynt as well before the painting could be delivered.

While Hayden was settling the paynt, I was too busy gawking at the painting as I admired the color with my naked eye. The texture, the emotion, the feel of the painting. I was too absorbed and busy just trying to take it all in.

"I’m done. Let’s go…" Hayden called out to

after he was done.

"Yeah…" I said hesitantly.

No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible for

to tear my eye away from the painting. Dream co true mont!

"Stop staring at it so much or I’m going to get jealous. You can stare at it all you like when it gets delivered…" Hayden teased.

I felt his hands on my arms before he started physically pulling

away from the painting. Goodbye dear painting! I wanted to laugh at my helplessly obsessed state.

"When are they delivering the painting?" I couldn’t help but ask.

Hayden glanced over at

from the driver’s seat of his car before he shook his head and started laughing at my obsession over the painting. I just couldn’t help it. I was sure that obtaining the painting this way was definitely illegal. Although he paid a whole lot of money for it, an underground auction is an underground auction.

Hayden wasn’t at all worried about it and I guess none of the other bidders were concerned about it either. That didn’t make it a good thing though. It disturbed

that many artworks were probably stolen to be auctioned off like this before they disappeared into the collection of the ga wealthy. I didn’t support it, but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it.

Who would have thought that a huge black-market auction took place in the undergrounds of a well-known art museum? Regardless, I had to admit that I enjoyed myself imnsely today from getting to pet small tiger cubs to seeing works of art that I never thought I would get to lay my eyes on in his life. Today turned out to be an aweso day.

"Do you want to go out for dinner, or do you want to head back?" Hayden asked.

Good question.

"Let’s head back," I said decisively.

"You sure?" Hayden asked without looking at .

"Yup. Let’s just head back," I replied with certainty.

After a short drive, we arrived back at the building and while laughing at his jokes, we made our way up to our penthouse.

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked as Hayden sat down on the sofa and stretched his arms above his head.

"Whatever the cook can whip up is fine. I’m not fussed…" he replied without even thinking.

"Ok…" I mumbled.

Luckily Auntie was there to help arrange our al with the cook. Although Hayden said that he was fine with sothing simple, the al still turned out to be quite extravagant. I stared down at the massive number of dishes in front of us as I sat opposite Hayden at the dining table.

"You’re not going to eat?" Hayden spoke up as he stared at my face.

"Of course, I’ll eat…" I mumbled before digging in.

"Did you have fun today?" Hayden asked after a short while of eating in silence.

His question honestly took

by surprise.

"Yes, I did. Thank you…for everything…" I said softly before smiling at him.

"Good," Hayden said in short.

The conversation died down as suddenly as it had started. I watched as Hayden continued eating while occasionally pulling out his phone. However, he didn’t say anything else to . It was strange but I couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation with him. Before I knew it, dinner ca to an end.

"Thank you, Auntie," I thanked Auntie as she started clearing away the dishes.

"No worries. I’ll leave after I finish putting these away," Auntie said before flashing

a kind smile.

I smiled back as I nodded in appreciation. It was getting late, and I wanted Auntie to hurry back so that she could rest. Hayden woke

up quite early this morning and we were out all day. Suddenly, the fatigue hit , and I started feeling a little sleepy. I offered to help Auntie out, but she firmly turned

down just as I had expected.

Sighing a little to myself, I watched as she worked to clear away the dishes.

"Great. That will do," Hayden spoke on the phone.

The conversation was short with Hayden only saying a few words before hanging up. I wondered what was going on, but I didn’t dare to ask. A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell to the penthouse ringing.

"I’ll get that…" Auntie quickly said as she headed to the door.

"Are you expecting soone?" I asked Hayden, seeing that he didn’t seem surprised.

"No…" Hayden replied curtly.

The penthouse door opened and a few n dressed in formal matching suits ca in while carrying a large parcel in their hands. Oh…so the delivery was being made today?

Huh? Today?!

"Excuse , Sir. Where do you want this?" one of the n said politely to Hayden.

--To be continued…

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