Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 338
Since the Wilhelms were from Lightspring, Arielle might eventually end up settling down here, so it would make better sense for her to stay somewhere familiar if she was to return.
That was interpreted differently by Jordan, whose voice shuddered upon feeling a chill down his spine. “That future partner of yours… I think you shouldn’t speak so prematurely. Besides, y’all haven’t even gotten close enough to starting a relationship, and you’re both so different…”
Not to mention being different types, even their gender is a mismatch!
Certainly, he was not opposed to same-sex relations, but he did find it unacceptable when it involved himself.
Jordan was in panic mode, so much so that beads of sweat mounted on his forehead.
He did not want to lose a buddy like Vinson, but he simply could not accept having to become the latter’s partner!
While he wracked his brain trying to figure out how to navigate this conversation, he heard Vinson bring a finger to his lip and shush him.
Jordan traced Vinson’s line of sight into the distance, but all he saw was a gallery filled with paintings.
One which hung on the outermost wall featured a foreign lady dressed in a white coat. Seated upright in a
chair, she was relaxed and smiling and looked extremely lifelike.
At first glance, Vinson was able to recognize this as Andrea, even though the eyes were left incomplete. That, however, did not detract from the aesthetic quality of the portrait.
The painting was so realistic that Jordan momentarily forgot about the matter that preceded it. He could not help but gasp. “This evokes the impression of Mona Lisa’s smile… Damn, it’s awesome! Is it signed off? I want to buy this artist’s work for display in my own living room!”
Vinson’s finger pointed to the bottom right and Jordan exclaimed when he saw what was written there. “Damn! It was done by the owner of this house! Looks like she could be an artist by profession!”
Juxtaposed against Jordan’s dramatics, Vinson’s response was comparatively muted.
Not that he was not blown away by Arielle’s talent for drawing himself, but rather than surprise, his sentiment was closer to concluding that it could only have been her handiwork.
“Strangely, though, Vin…” Jordan muttered aloud. “Have you noticed that none of the figures in these portraits have their eyes painted in? In their places are just smidgens of white. Could it be that she doesn’t know how to paint eyes?”
Vinson did not believe that to be the case, but he was similarly mystified by that.
Jordan wanted to continue admiring the paintings but was held back by Vinson. “Don’t forget what you’re here for. Get upstairs!”
The former was not quite done yet and shot a glare Vinson’s way as he thought to himself, Is this how you ought to treat your own romantic interest?
Never mind winning him over, Jordan supposed that Vinson might even struggle to be successful with women with this sort of attitude.
He let out a muted snort and headed up the steps once he realized that Vinson had largely ignored him.
The two of them quickly found themselves at the top level of the hillside mansion.
Many rare trees were planted there and at its heart stood
a little fountain. The environment was a picture of scenic splendor, as though they had arrived in some classy park.
Right at the edge of the highest vantage point available, Vinson was able to see half of Lightspring when he peered into the expanse below.
From there, he found a good angle from which he could survey the only road which led toward the mansion.
His eyes narrowed as he had not noticed that to be the
only way in until he was standing at this elevated position.
He lifted his right wrist and spoke into the small black microphone he had hidden inside of his sleeve. “Set yourselves up at the fork in the road two kilometers out. There are forested areas on both sides where you can conceal yourselves. Engage them immediately when they arrive.”
