Chapter 50: 49
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Aria was painting at her home when the doorbell rang, she opened the door to find Travis standing ion the other side.
"Travis..," Aria frowned at his unexpected visit.
Yesterday Travis spent the night at her home and this morning after having breakfast together they left for work. And tonight he has returned.
"My meeting ended early," Travis removed his coat and tie, placing it on the sofa.
"Okay, I don't think we planned an outing today. I have a deadline for this weekend and I cannot hang out with you," Aria explained.
After she performed well in the exhibition, there were so many orders for her to do. She had crazy deadlines and worked day and night to produce the best art pieces.
"Don't worry, I am not in a mood to go out either," Travis went and opened the fridge to get a drink.
Aria blinked her eyes in confusion and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
This time it was Travis's turn to look at her as if she did not understand something so simple."My work ended, and I came home," Travis sighed.
Was this guy treating her home as his? The way he entered home, then removed his coat and put it on the sofa so casually, and now sipping the juice as if it belonged to him. "Last time I remember this was still my home," Aria raised her brow.
"It's also my home. I'd be bored alone in my suite room," Travis stated.
"But you always preferred solitude," Aria said.
"Not always, I do spend time with my family and friends. But I don't know anyone except for you. Sure my business associates invited me to a party and the club, but you know that I attend these events only if it is absolutely necessary," Travis explained.
"Fine, entertain yourself, I don't have time," Aria went to the study room to complete her painting. After half an hour, she felt someone's gaze on her back and turned to see Travis staring at her painting.
"It's quite good. How about you make a piece for my office," Travis suggested.
"Thanks for the compliment. Surely a few years down the lane I will give you my best painting," Aria smiled.
"No, I mean now. After you finish your current assignments you can start working on mine," Travis said.
"All your business associates will surely look at it..," Aria trailed off.
Yes she had her paintings sold at a very reasonable price, but none of her clients were famous or stinking rich. Ambrosio group is a brand name in the whole world and every single item in their office is from a renowned person. Surely people will expect the painting from a popular artist.
"They will all praise your work, and even ask me to give them your contact details," Travis replied.
"Sure, I will make you a painting but if you don't like it, then feel free to tell me," Aria agreed as she may get good exposure by displaying her art at the Ambrosio office.
Travis noticed Aria was struggling with free strands of hair falling on her face. She could not push it back as both her hands had paint on them.
"What?…are you doing?" Aria almost stumbled back when Travis kneeled down in front of her and his hand was touched too close to her cheek.
"Shhh…the hair will hurt your eyes," Travis slowly put her hair behind her ear. His face was too close, and her gaze moved from his dark, obsidian eyes, sharp nose and landed on his thin lips. She gulped looking at those soft lips. How come they looked much softer than hers? She so badly wanted to touch them and feel them on her skin.
Travis scowled when the hair kept falling back on her face. "Let me tie it properly," Travis quickly pulled out her hair band before Arai could say anything.
"Hey… you are messing up my hair," Aria complained. Travis did not heed any attention to her words and went to sit behind her back, moving his fingers through her silky hair, Aria leaned back as she felt relaxed with his massage. He gathered all her hair, tied it with the hair band and titled her face towards him to see if it looked alright.
"Hmm, it's fine now," Travis beamed with satisfaction and patted her head once before getting up.
Travis left the room but Aria was still rooted in the same spot. Her scalp felt hot because she liked his fingers touching her, but she was a little bit disappointed that he tied her hair so quickly.
As usual they heated the dinner left by the cook. The cook was surprised when she saw all the containers were empty. Usually Aria did not consume all the dishes and food got wasted. When the maid learned Aria had a guest, she was happy to prepare a variety of dishes.
They were lying on the sofa and Travis' phone beeped as there was only ten percent charge. "Where is the charger," Travis asked.
"In my room, on the study table," Aria replied.
Travis got up and went to her room but after a few minutes yelled, "Aria it's not here!"
Aria tried to remember where she saw it the last time. "Check in my nightstand," Aria said.
Travis came out of the room and stood in front of the television. "Move aside, they're revealing the murderer," Aria was biting her nails in anticipation. But he did not move from his spot, instead switched off the television.
"Travis what did you do?" Aria was walking towards the switch board when he held her arm tightly. Aria looked at his face, he was angry and annoyed, but she was so involved in the movie that she did not notice the change in him as he came out of her room. She had no idea what happened to fluctuate his mood so quickly. Wasn't he alright a few minutes ago?
"Tell me, was this?" Travis asked her sternly as he passed her a small yellow note. Aria's eyes widened as she recognized the note written by Justin. That time she had feelings for him and wanted to treasure it, so she had kept it safely in the drawer.
Travis was still waiting for her answer, his face fuming.
"It came with a flower bouquet from a friend," Aria said.
"A friend… seriously?" Travis raised his brow.
And continued in a mocking tone, "I don't think a friend compliments anybody like this …To the prettiest girl I ever know."
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Aria was painting at her home when the doorbell rang, she opened the door to find Travis standing ion the other side.
"Travis..," Aria frowned at his unexpected visit.
Yesterday Travis spent the night at her home and this morning after having breakfast together they left for work. And tonight he has returned.
"My meeting ended early," Travis removed his coat and tie, placing it on the sofa.
"Okay, I don't think we planned an outing today. I have a deadline for this weekend and I cannot hang out with you," Aria explained.
After she performed well in the exhibition, there were so many orders for her to do. She had crazy deadlines and worked day and night to produce the best art pieces.
"Don't worry, I am not in a mood to go out either," Travis went and opened the fridge to get a drink.
Aria blinked her eyes in confusion and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
This time it was Travis's turn to look at her as if she did not understand something so simple."My work ended, and I came home," Travis sighed.
Was this guy treating her home as his? The way he entered home, then removed his coat and put it on the sofa so casually, and now sipping the juice as if it belonged to him. "Last time I remember this was still my home," Aria raised her brow.
"It's also my home. I'd be bored alone in my suite room," Travis stated.
"But you always preferred solitude," Aria said.
"Not always, I do spend time with my family and friends. But I don't know anyone except for you. Sure my business associates invited me to a party and the club, but you know that I attend these events only if it is absolutely necessary," Travis explained.
"Fine, entertain yourself, I don't have time," Aria went to the study room to complete her painting. After half an hour, she felt someone's gaze on her back and turned to see Travis staring at her painting.
"It's quite good. How about you make a piece for my office," Travis suggested.
"Thanks for the compliment. Surely a few years down the lane I will give you my best painting," Aria smiled.
"No, I mean now. After you finish your current assignments you can start working on mine," Travis said.
"All your business associates will surely look at it..," Aria trailed off.
Yes she had her paintings sold at a very reasonable price, but none of her clients were famous or stinking rich. Ambrosio group is a brand name in the whole world and every single item in their office is from a renowned person. Surely people will expect the painting from a popular artist.
"They will all praise your work, and even ask me to give them your contact details," Travis replied.
"Sure, I will make you a painting but if you don't like it, then feel free to tell me," Aria agreed as she may get good exposure by displaying her art at the Ambrosio office.
Travis noticed Aria was struggling with free strands of hair falling on her face. She could not push it back as both her hands had paint on them.
"What?…are you doing?" Aria almost stumbled back when Travis kneeled down in front of her and his hand was touched too close to her cheek.
"Shhh…the hair will hurt your eyes," Travis slowly put her hair behind her ear. His face was too close, and her gaze moved from his dark, obsidian eyes, sharp nose and landed on his thin lips. She gulped looking at those soft lips. How come they looked much softer than hers? She so badly wanted to touch them and feel them on her skin.
Travis scowled when the hair kept falling back on her face. "Let me tie it properly," Travis quickly pulled out her hair band before Arai could say anything.
"Hey… you are messing up my hair," Aria complained. Travis did not heed any attention to her words and went to sit behind her back, moving his fingers through her silky hair, Aria leaned back as she felt relaxed with his massage. He gathered all her hair, tied it with the hair band and titled her face towards him to see if it looked alright.
"Hmm, it's fine now," Travis beamed with satisfaction and patted her head once before getting up.
Travis left the room but Aria was still rooted in the same spot. Her scalp felt hot because she liked his fingers touching her, but she was a little bit disappointed that he tied her hair so quickly.
As usual they heated the dinner left by the cook. The cook was surprised when she saw all the containers were empty. Usually Aria did not consume all the dishes and food got wasted. When the maid learned Aria had a guest, she was happy to prepare a variety of dishes.
They were lying on the sofa and Travis' phone beeped as there was only ten percent charge. "Where is the charger," Travis asked.
"In my room, on the study table," Aria replied.
Travis got up and went to her room but after a few minutes yelled, "Aria it's not here!"
Aria tried to remember where she saw it the last time. "Check in my nightstand," Aria said.
Travis came out of the room and stood in front of the television. "Move aside, they're revealing the murderer," Aria was biting her nails in anticipation. But he did not move from his spot, instead switched off the television.
"Travis what did you do?" Aria was walking towards the switch board when he held her arm tightly. Aria looked at his face, he was angry and annoyed, but she was so involved in the movie that she did not notice the change in him as he came out of her room. She had no idea what happened to fluctuate his mood so quickly. Wasn't he alright a few minutes ago?
"Tell me, was this?" Travis asked her sternly as he passed her a small yellow note. Aria's eyes widened as she recognized the note written by Justin. That time she had feelings for him and wanted to treasure it, so she had kept it safely in the drawer.
Travis was still waiting for her answer, his face fuming.
"It came with a flower bouquet from a friend," Aria said.
"A friend… seriously?" Travis raised his brow.
And continued in a mocking tone, "I don't think a friend compliments anybody like this …To the prettiest girl I ever know."
Aria was painting at her home when the doorbell rang, she opened the door to find Travis standing ion the other side."Travis..," Aria frowned at his unexpected visit.Yesterday Travis spent the night at her home and this morning after having breakfast together they left for work. And tonight he has returned."My meeting ended early," Travis removed his coat and tie, placing it on the sofa."Okay, I don't think we planned an outing today. I have a deadline for this weekend and I cannot hang out with you," Aria explained.After she performed well in the exhibition, there were so many orders for her to do. She had crazy deadlines and worked day and night to produce the best art pieces."Don't worry, I am not in a mood to go out either," Travis went and opened the fridge to get a drink.Aria blinked her eyes in confusion and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"This time it was Travis's turn to look at her as if she did not understand something so simple."My work ended, and I came home," Travis sighed.Was this guy treating her home as his? The way he entered home, then removed his coat and put it on the sofa so casually, and now sipping the juice as if it belonged to him. "Last time I remember this was still my home," Aria raised her brow."It's also my home. I'd be bored alone in my suite room," Travis stated."But you always preferred solitude," Aria said."Not always, I do spend time with my family and friends. But I don't know anyone except for you. Sure my business associates invited me to a party and the club, but you know that I attend these events only if it is absolutely necessary," Travis explained."Fine, entertain yourself, I don't havetime," Aria went to the study room to complete her painting. After half an hour, she felt someone's gaze on her back and turned to see Travis staring at her painting."It's quite good. How about you make a piece for my office," Travis suggested."Thanks for the compliment. Surely a few years down the lane I will give you my best painting," Aria smiled."No, I mean now. After you finish your current assignments you can start working on mine," Travis said."All your business associates will surely look at it..," Aria trailed off.Yes she had her paintings sold at a very reasonable price, but none of her clients were famous or stinking rich. Ambrosio group is a brand name in the whole world and every single item in their office is from a renowned person. Surely people will expect the painting from a popular artist."They will all praise your work, and even ask me to give them your contact details," Travis replied."Sure, I will make you a painting but if you don't like it, then feel free to tell me," Aria agreed as she may get good exposure by displaying her art at the Ambrosio office.Travis noticed Aria was struggling with free strands of hair falling on her face. She could not push it back as both her hands had paint on them."What?are you doing?" Aria almost stumbled back when Travis kneeled down in front of her and his hand was touched too close to her cheek."Shhhthe hair will hurt your eyes," Travis slowly put her hair behind her ear. His face was too close, and her gaze moved from his dark, obsidian eyes, sharp nose and landed on his thin lips. She gulped looking at those soft lips. How come they looked much softer than hers? She so badly wanted to touch them and feel them on her skin.Travis scowled when the hair kept falling back on her face. "Let me tie it properly," Travis quickly pulled out her hair band before Arai could say anything."Hey you are messing up my hair," Aria complained. Travis did not heed any attention to her words and went to sit behind her back, moving his fingers through her silky hair, Aria leaned back as she felt relaxed with his massage. He gathered all her hair, tied it with the hair band and titled her face towards him to see if it looked alright."Hmm, it's fine now," Travis beamed with satisfaction and patted her head once before getting up.Travis left the room but Aria was still rooted in the same spot. Her scalp felt hot because she liked his fingers touching her, but she was a little bit disappointed that he tied her hair so quickly.As usual they heated the dinner left by the cook. The cook was surprised when she saw all the containers were empty. Usually Aria did not consume all the dishes and food got wasted. When the maid learned Aria had a guest, she was happy to prepare a variety of dishes.They were lying on the sofa and Travis' phone beeped as there was only ten percent charge. "Where is the charger," Travis asked."In my room, on the study table," Aria replied.Travis got up and went to her room but after a few minutes yelled, "Aria it's not here!"Aria tried to remember where she saw it the last time. "Check in my nightstand," Aria said.Travis came out of the room and stood in front of the television. "Move aside, they're revealing the murderer," Aria was biting her nails in anticipation. But he did not move from his spot, instead switched off the television."Travis what did you do?" Aria was walking towards the switch board when he held her arm tightly. Aria looked at his face, he was angry and annoyed, but she was so involved in the movie that she did not notice the change in him as he came out of her room. She had no idea what happened to fluctuate his mood so quickly. Wasn't he alright a few minutes ago?"Tell me, was this?" Travis asked her sternly as he passed her a small yellow note. Aria's eyes widened as she recognized the note written by Justin. That time she had feelings for him and wanted to treasure it, so she had kept it safely in the drawer.Travis was still waiting for her answer, his face fuming."It came witha flower bouquet from a friend," Aria said."A friend seriously?" Travis raised his brow.And continued in a mocking tone, "I don't thinka friend compliments anybody like this To the prettiest girl I ever know."
