Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 519

When the two exhibition organizers laid eyes on Maja, their faces lit up. They hadn’t expected Herbert’s last student to be so young and breathtakingly beautiful.

“Miss Penny, we’d love to display your works at our gallery anytime.”

“Mine too”

Both of them eagerly handed her their business cards, their excitement barely contained.

Maja had always dreamed of opening her own art studio and holding exhibitions once she was finished with all her current affairs. But now, with the Pennyfeather family matters still unresolved, she had to politely decline despite her interest

“Thanks, I hope we can collaborate in the future”

Not to mention, her hand wouldn’t be gripping a paintbrush anytime soon

lan had his eyes fixed on her ever since he spotted the white bandage around her neck. “What happened to your hand?”

Carlene had also injured her hand, but it was only a minor dislocation and would heal with a few days of rest. Maja’s hand, however, was in far worse condition.

was oblivious to the tension and continued chatting

never admits her relationship with Herbert publicly. Herbert has been very protective of this student. If she ever decides to paint again, you guys must help her.” Given Luis’s reputation, the two organizers wouldn’t dare cross Maja,

off

of whom were well–known figures. Owning a painting by Herbert, a master of oil painting, was a matter of

assured, Mr. Luis. We’ll accommodate any requests from Miss

fuming at this. These two ran major galleries that the average Joe couldn’t step foot in. Normally stuck–up, they were now fawning over a designer in front of her. But remembering Maja’s

if Penny was Herbert’s student? She won’t be able to hold

to toast Maja, but her wounds weren’t healed enough for alcohol. Just as she

for healing wounds. I’ll

took a new glass from a passing waiter and smiled

apparently dismissed his gesture. She did not make light of her injury, merely wetting her lips while pretending

to drink; just a gesture is enough.”

I’ll make

visit our gallery, it’ll be our honor.”

holding Maja’s empty

knew he was being

minutes, watching Maja chat and laugh with the two men. Each time he tried to speak; she would cleverly shift the topic, pretending not to hear him.