Female Novel
Chapter 251 Dinner
Chapter 251 Dinner
Martha returned to her senses. Feeling embarrassed, she pressed her lips together.
Soon, Louis guided her to swing a birdie, much better than his shot earlier.
Watching the scene, Martha became more confused.
She finally realized why Louis taught her to play golf. Evidently, he was unwilling to let hercompensate for the broken necklace.
She couldn't help wondering why.
Standing nearby, Jane watched them. Then she lowered her eyes, a weird light flashing through hereyes.
Louis smiled at Martha tenderly and threw up his hands, pretending to be helpless.
"My Muse, you won. I won't hold you accountable for the incident at the auction."
Martha was slightly taken aback. Then she stared at him in appreciation. "Thank you for yourgenerosity, Louis."
"We've known each other for a long time. Ms. Doyle, why don't you call me Caesar?"
He gazed at her intensely.
After a moment's hesitation, Martha nodded in agreement. "Sure, I will, Caesar. Please call meMartha."novelbin
"My pleasure." Louis' smile became much brighter. He stared at Martha gently.
The next second, he thought of something. "I heard you stayed abroad for the past four years. Whydid you suddenly return home?"
"I went abroad for further study earlier. After all, my family is here, so I've come back," Marthareplied, not as tense as before.
Somehow, Louis seemed to be familiar to her, as if she had met him somewhere before. However,Martha was sure they hadn't met before.
Louis was an attractive man. If they had met before, she would remember him.
Her words made his smile broader. "In the future, can you be my guide to give me a city tour? I'minterested in this beautiful place."
"Of course," Martha answered, looking relaxed.
Louis nodded. They walked to the resting area.
Louis gentlemanly pulled the chair for her. "I heard you were also the famous artist named Sunnay.Have you drawn anything recently?"
"I've been too busy in recent weeks, so I haven't painted anything," Martha answered while sittingdown.
She didn't lie. The fire in the art exhibition had ruined all her artwork. It was indeed a misfortune.
She knew Louis must know her things well, but she still couldn't figure out why he had invited her tothe golf course today.
Martha could tell he was fond of her and appreciated her. However, they had never met before.
Louis picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. "I wonder if I'll have the honor to see your artwork,Martha," he said while staring at her.
"Do you prefer landscapes or portraits?" Martha asked. Suddenly, she wanted to draw his portraitfor him.
In her opinion, Louis was perfectly handsome. His features and gentleness made him a perfectmodel for her.
Louis seemed to read her mind and chuckled, "Portraits."
Martha nodded. Then they continued discussing drawings and paintings.
They had cultural differences, but art had no boundaries. Martha enjoyed their conversationimmensely.
When the sun was setting, Louis invited her for dinner, which Martha couldn't reject at all.
"It's my pleasure," she agreed with a smile.
When she stood up, she glanced at Jane.
Jane nodded and knew Martha wanted her to attend the dinner too.
Yet Jane thought it was awkward as her master only wished to have dinner with Martha alone.However, she had been the third wheel between them for a whole day.
...
At a restaurant.
Jane kept silent. She was Martha's assistant, so she couldn't talk much.
Martha and Louis had a pleasant conversation.
When the atmosphere between them became harmonious, Martha took a good chance and askedtentatively, "Caesar, I wonder if you have decided which companies to cooperate with you in thiscity.
Louis continued cutting the steak and answered gently, "I like the Doyle Group."
Martha froze, surprised about his response. She looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
"The first project in my company is the construction of Headow Complex. I want to work with theDoyle Group on this project," he answered.
Martha was shocked, clenching her hands. It was so surprising to hear that.
"Why... Why do you decide to work with the Doyle Group?"
Louis could tell she was tense, chuckling, "As I said, you are my Muse."