My Bossy CEO Husband

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Chapter 1290

Chapter: 1290

Despite his astonishment, he silently agreed with her.

As aman, he knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to respond with sarcastic remarks directed at a girl.Finally, someone spoke those words on his behalf.

“Hey there, young lady, it looks Like you haven't experienced love yet. But let me tell you, when it comes to chasing true love,who cares about self-esteem? We've got to be tenacious. Even if he’s not into me at this moment, as long as | keep going, myunwavering determination will touch his heart eventually.”

Doreen’s disapproving tone was evident as she spoke.

Deanna, taken aback by Doreen’s words, glanced at her and then at Keegan. “Quit daydreaming. He won't be interested in you.No matter how persistent you are, it’s all in vain.”

Doreen let out a snort, retorting, “How do you know he won't fall for me?”“Because he has good taste,” Deanna stated matter-of-factly.

Doreen’s expression grew dark. “Are you saying | have no taste?”Deanna waved her hand dismissively. “No, no. Let me put it this way...”

Pausing for a moment, Deanna Looked down at the completed painting on the table. Then, holding the artwork, she walked overto the wall and pointed at another painting hanging there.

“Let me ask you something. What sets these two paintings apart?”

Doreen wasn’t well-versed in art, but she wasn’t about to reveal her lack of knowledge in front of them.

“In my opinion, the painting you’re holding is way prettier than the one on the wall.”

The wall painting had a bold color, but Deanna‘s Rococo-style picture in her hand was way more exquisite.novelbin

Most people, especially girls, tended to prefer Rococo-style paintings.

Deanna’s eyes gleamed with a sly glint. “Oh, really? What makes you think this one’s better? How did the painter feel whilecreating it, and what message were they trying to convey?”

She fired off a string of questions, assertive as ever.

Doreen felt a blush creep up her cheeks; she had no answers to offer.

“What are you trying to say?”

‘m saying that the ‘not-so-beautiful’ painting was done by Keegan, while the ‘beautiful’ one was painted by me. Look, you don’tknow art.

You and Keegan have nothing in common,” Deanna said as she put away the painting, giving Keegan a quick glance.

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