My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Chapter 79

It had been many years since Marc had driven. Marc drove very slowly. It could almost be described as a turtle's speed.

However, Pearl did not despise him or rush him. She knew how difficult it was for him, who had been in a car accident, to hold the steering wheel again.

Even after her parents suffered such a car accident and her beloved no sign of her at the underground parking lot since then.

d man suffered another one, she had a shadow over the car for a while. There was

Pearl had witnessed how Marc was rehabilitated step by step after being paraplegic. From lying down to sitting, from sitting to kneeling, from kneeling to standing Every step carried so much pain and suffering, as well as sweat and tears. Those tears were the tears of his family.

Even during the most painful period after the surgery, she had never seen Marc cry. The tears usually only flowed into his heart for a hot-blooded man like him

"Don't blame me for driving slowly. I haven't driven in a long time and need to get used

to it

Marc spoke first in the quiet car.

Pearl was slightly stunned when she heard him pretending to be relaxed. Then she said, "There's no hurry. Just drive slowly

After a moment

a moment of silence, a bitter smile appeared on Marc's lips. "Just a few minutes ago, I thought I would never touch a car again for the rest of my life. Sure enough, I had to be forced to realize that human potential is unlimited" Pearl said, "I'm not forcing you."

Marc tilted his head and glanced at her. "I'm forcing myself. It's my first official date with you. I should be the one driving."

Pearl was stunned and tilted her head to look at him.

Did Mare call tonight's meal a date!

"That's right." Marc's lips curled up slightly. "But it's a little embarrassing to let you treat me on our first date."

Pearl silently looked at the side of his face and thought inwardly. "When you tricked me into treating you to a meal that day, I didn't see that you were embarrassed at all."

The car slowly arrived at the Food Delight Diner. The Food Delight Diner at night was still crowded and lively. But compared to the daytime, it had an antique charm.

The palace lights were lit outside, and the faint yellow light almost lit the entire street. Many couples were eating candlelight dinners under the lights in the open-air area outside. It was lively, and the air was filled with the fragrance of roses. It was filled with romance. "I heard from Lucas that the restaurant is your private property?"

Walking inside, Marc asked Pearl casually

Pearl grunted in agreement. Lucas's big mouth should have sold her out completely. There was no need for her to repeat herself to Marc.

They went to the Serenity Chamber upstairs. As soon as they sat down, the manager brought up a pot of coffee and personally served them. He carefully asked Pearl, "The dishes are almost ready. Would you like some coffee first and eat later?

"Okay. Let Darren begin. Pearl took the coffee pot from him and poured a cup for Marc.

Mare thanked Pearl and thought about how she called the chef Darren. He could not help but laugh. "It's hard to imagine that Mr. Cooper is actually your junior. You're young but your seniority in the Copper family is very high."

"It's just armiority. You'll get used to it

Pearl took a sip of coffee and thought that it was nothing. She had many masters since she was young and was always the youngest. It was regular for her to be called Senior. In other professions, there were still people who were called Grandaunt. It was not strange for her to get used to it When Marc saw Pearl's gestures and words, he thought Lucas always said he was an old cadre. Pearl in front of him was more like a cadre than he

looked

"The enameled bowls. I brought them for you" Chapter 79

Marc kept his promise and handed the box with the small bowls in it to Pearl. Pearl eagerly took it and opened the box. When she saw the small bowls inside, she was not putting on air anymore and carefully wiped her hands with a wet towel. Then, she carefully picked up a bowl and placed it in her palm to observe it lovingly.

inadvertent small actions and details were the most moving. Whether they really

As antique enthusiasts, it was useless to say that they liked it. Some in loved it or not, one could tell at a glance.

Under the warm yellow light, Marc's face looked exceptionally gentle. "You like them that much?" asked Marc.

"Of course," said Pearl without looking up.

She did not want to show her fear at the auction and forcefully suppressed her love for the four small bowls. She only wanted to bid and take them home quickly back then. Who would have thought Mare would appear out of nowhere and snatch her loved ones? Pearl knew that Marc was also an antique jade enthusiast. It was understandable that wealthy people liked to collect some antiques, but she did not know how deep his understanding of antiques was.

That day at the auction, when Pearl saw how determined Marc was to win these four small bowls, Pearl knew if they two continued to fight, the bowls would be sold at a skyrocketing price. When that time came, I would be hard to clean up the situation once it was on the

news.

It wasn't scary that they couldn't get the item they wanted, but it would be a big deal if they disrupted the market.

Now that the four small bowls were back in her hands, Pearl was no longer on guard. She had an occupational habit as soon as she touched the small bowls. She only had eyes for the four little cuties. From the patterns to the color, from the bowl to the bottom of the bowl, she did not miss any place. She only finished after experiencing the touch, luster, and smell,

Mare could not help but laugh out loud when he saw her sniffling. Her cute actions were as lovely as a bichon frise's.

Only then did Pearl look up. She did not feel embarrassed when she saw his smile. If it was an outsider who did not know anything, they might think that her actions were odd. However, it was very ordinary for an expert.

Pearl reluctantly put down the four small bowls and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Males. I'll accept them."

Marc was about to say you're welcome when he saw Pearl put the box away and take out a cheque from her bag. She pushed it toward him. "Here's one million dollars, Please accept it, Mr. Males."

For some reason, the way Pearl gave Mare the cheque inexplicably reminded him of th

of the scene when he gave her the cheque during the divorce.

He didn't feel anything at that time. Only after putting himself in her shoes did he realize how hurtful his actions were back then.

The smile on his face disappeared, and his gaze darkened.

Marc calmly pushed the cheque back and said, "They are my gifts to you. You're treating me like an outsider by giving me money. We still have a long time to work together in the future. Take these four small bowls as my welcome gift to you, Miss Woolery." She knew he would say that,

Pearl was already prepared and did not insist. She only took out another thing. "In that case, I'll give this to you as a return gift, Mr. Males."

She really did not want to owe him anything

With a wry smile, Marc took the gift from her in confusion. When he opened it, he saw it was the painting he had seen in her office. It was Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

"You're willing to give me the painting?"

Mare had collected many paintings. Although this painting was a fake work, it was a masterpiece in craftsmanship and handwriting. Putting it on the current market was enough to make a good impression. It could be sold for more than a few million dollars. Pearl said calmly. "It's just a painting. There's nothing to be reluctant about. As long as Mr. Males doesn't mind.

She was being polite, but her words were not polite at all. It was as if she had drawn the painting herself... A thought popped up, and Mare could not help but open his eyes.

Fle felt a lump in his throat, and his throat suddenly felt dry. "You didn't draw the painting, did you?"