Get A Taste Of Your Delicious Love - Chapter 419 Extra Story

She turned around with a glass of wine in her hand, but next second, her eyes widened.

In the dim light, a man in a white shirt sat there, holding a glass of wine in his hand with melancholy in his eyes.

His features were deep, and his eyebrows were straight. The bridge of his nose was high, which made he looked like a European.

He pursed his thin lips and frowned slightly. Sitting in front of the bar counter, he looked like a painting.

Beth was amazed by the man’s good-looking face and she jumped up.

“I’m going to ask that man to be my model!”

Before Krista could stop her, Beth had already rushed out.

As soon as Jacob finished the wine in his glass, he saw another glass of wine appeared in front of him.

On the wine glass was the slender fingers.

He looked up and saw the smile on Beth’s face.

“Hi, handsome.” Beth was a little drunk, but she was confident that her smile was charming.

But Jacob showed no interest.

He pushed the glass away and turned his back to her, expressing his rejection.

Beth was stunned.

She had always been a hot beauty in people’s eyes, and no man had ever turn his back to her!

Was she ugly?

The feeling of being ignored was terrible. She snorted coldly, “It seems that someone is arrogant.”

Suddenly, a man popped out next to Jacob. He shook his ridiculous eyebrows with a flattering smile.

“Beauty!” The man jumped off the bar chair. His figure and appearance were not to be compared with Jacob. Beth took a step back and sh

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is a fifty, and the foams is a fifty. In total is a hundred. Do your math!” The cleaner lady’s voice was lingering on the street even if she left.

Simon was pissed off.

Did the world bully him for being single?!

Bastard!

Beth felt a splitting headache after she got home.

She slept for a whole day and didn’t wake up until night.

Her parents had knocked on the door many times.

Beth woke up but didn’t want to get up.

At nine o’clock in the evening, she got out of her room for dinner and her parents gave her a good lecture.

“Look at you. You sleep in the daytime and paint at night. Once you draw, you won’t go out and keep yourself shut. And no one could find you if you go outside. Who dares to marry you?”

Beth ignored her parents’ nag and focused on eating.

She needed inspiration and quietness for painting, which could only be given by the nights. Her parents couldn’t understand that only at night she could be most inspired.

After dinner, she washed the dishes obediently and ran upstairs, locking herself in a small room.

She turned off all the lights.

Only the light in front of the easel was still on.

In front of her were the white paper, the easel and the pigment that prepared well, but she held the brush, hesitated.

She remembered at that night, in the flickering light, there was a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate her world.

She wanted to draw how she felt.

And then she threw away the brush and grabbed the charcoal.