Female Novel
Chapter 170
Aldo was about to argue with his mother again.
Biting her lip, Jenna didn’t wish he fight against Mrs. Carson because of her.
Timidly, she looked at Aldo in reluctance and muttered, "I... I can do it myself. Miss Andrews is there."
Her voice was low, and she couldn't help stammering.
In Mrs. Carson's eyes, she was a weird coward.
She looked down upon Jenna more. "Jenna, you are indeed sensible. Aldo, you go to entertain Miss
Chan. I'll be with Jenna. That's a deal."
With those words, she turned away aggressively.
Holding Jenna's cheeks and feeling sorry for her, Aldo whispered, "Silly girl."novelbin
"I don't want you to argue with your mother," Jenna muttered to explain. She felt upset once thinking
that Aldo would stay with another woman, but she knew she couldn't stop him from finding a wife.
She battled a smile and prompted, "Let's go. I can't let Miss Andrew keep waiting for me."
...
In the suburbia, Aldo and Jenna were taken aback when they saw the tall, sturdy man getting off the
Bentley.
Subconsciously, Jenna wanted to hide behind Aldo after recognizing it was the horrible man.
His strong aura and stern look left a deep impression on her. As soon as seeing him, Jenna couldn't
help but fear, not to mention she was born timid.
Patting the back of her hand, Aldo said, "Don't be afraid."
Then he greeted Franklin, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maskelyne."
"The pleasure is mine." Franklin nodded at him in response.
Then he reached his hand into the car, which was patted off by Sylvia. "I can get down myself."
Franklin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Once they were not seen by his grandmother, Sylvia turned a cold shoulder to him.
Aldo was baffled, wondering why Franklin appeared with Sylvia.
He recalled Franklin had been married.
More surprisingly, he found Sylvia treated Franklin in a weird way.
Aldo didn't know much about Sylvia but could tell she was a polite, calm woman who always distanced
herself from others.
However, when she was with Franklin, she was touchy and moody.
Moreover, Franklin didn't look impatient.
Sylvia sat before an easel next to a coffee table, on which there were delicate pastries and a cup of
herbal tea.
She didn't look like drawing and painting but more like enjoying her holiday.
Ignoring them, Sylvia greeted Jenna with a smile, "Would you like to have some pastries?"
"No, thanks, Miss Andrews. You are so kind." Jenna trotted to her, looking up at her. "Miss Andrews,
can you draw?"
Sylvia beamed at her. "Yes, I can."
"Whoa! Awesome!" Jenna blushed, suddenly feeling shy. "I'm not good at it."
"Don't lose faith. If you practice more and draw it wholeheartedly, it'll be your best artwork," Sylvia said
patiently. She picked up a brush and dipped it in color. "Let's paint the mountains together, shall we?"
"Sure. Sure." Jenna nodded vigorously, her eyes glimmering with joy.
Then she sat in front of her easel and started painting.
Seeing how delighted she was, Aldo praised, "Miss Andrews, I didn't expect you to be adept at drawing
and painting besides playing the piano."
Jasper replied inwardly, 'She has more sides you don't know and always shocks us. I've gotten used to
it.'
Curling up his lips into a smile, Franklin arched an eyebrow, looked at Aldo, and drawled, "Mr. Carson,
if you like such a kind of talented woman, I can introduce a few celebrities who are fond of drawing and
painting to you. Oh, some of them are also good at playing the piano." His eyes were full of desire for
possession.
Aldo couldn't find his tongue.
Rumors had it that Franklin was cold, ruthless, and decisive, but Aldo had never known that he was
also fond of being a matchmaker.
He noticed the unconcealed desire for possession in Franklin's eyes, her heart trembling.
'Mr. Maskelyne, does your wife know you want to cheat on her?'
However, Aldo dared not to speak it out.
With a wry smile, he chuckled, "Mr. Maskelyne, you must be kidding. I'm not interested in making a
girlfriend now. I only wish Jenna's autism could recover."
His answer pleased Franklin. Nodding, he realized that Aldo wouldn't be like Logan and Paul.
However, Franklin was still worried, so he warned Aldo, "You'd better act as you say."
Aldo was wordless and awkward, realizing Franklin had thought he was his rival in love.
...
Sylvia found Jenna was talented in painting and drawing.
Jenna drew upon her natural feelings without any techniques. However, her feelings made her artwork
spirited and unique.
Sylvia could feel the strong breath of life from her painting, which was stunning.
With rosy cheeks, Jenna looked at Sylvia. "Miss Andrews, I like your painting. It's much better than
mine."
"I liked yours." Sylvia smiled at her and put down her brush. Pointing at one part of Jenna's painting,
she added, "If you changed the brushing way on these two places, it would be better."
Holding Jenna's hand, she slowly guided her to sketch.
Jenna was excited. Like a sponge, she tried her best to take in everything Sylvia taught her.
Time passed by.
Sun was setting.
Jenna held her picture with both hands, showing it to Aldo. "Look, Aldo."
Aldo didn't know how to appreciate an artwork, but he could tell she had made a lot of progress within
the afternoon.
Shocked, he darted at Sylvia. Earlier, he had thought she could only draw.
Much to his surprise, Sylvia was a master in drawing and painting.
Within just an afternoon, Jenna's progress was shocking after Sylvia had helped her.
No wonder it was always said that the best way to learn was to learn from the best.
"Good job, Jenna!" Aldo carefully rolled her picture. "I'll get you a frame tomorrow. This is your best
artwork so far."
"She's gifted in art," Sylvia remarked, putting away her own picture.
"We bought her books, and she learned to paint herself at home. She has no tutor," Aldo explained,
"Miss Andrews, thanks for tutoring her. She has made great progress."
"I can tell she has learned it herself. That's why I said she was gifted." Sylvia arched an eyebrow.
Her compliment made Jenna blush more. Staring at Sylvia in admiration, she asked, "Miss Andrews,
could you please give your picture to me?"
Jasper asked, "Do you know how much Miss Andrews' painting costs?"
"It's alright, Jasper," Sylvia interrupted him. She opened her painting, signed, and passed it to Jenna.
"It's yours now."
Jenna took it over excitedly. "I'll keep it well. Thank you so much, Miss Andrews."
Franklin became jealous, feeling bitter. "You've never given me a single piece of your artwork."
All people at the scene could tell how jealous he was.
Aldo was so shocked that his jaw went slack.
He couldn't believe such a childish man was the horrible Mr. Maskelyne in rumors.
He sounded like an elementary school student.