<b>Chapter </b><b>322 </b>
Owen looked Mono in the eye and said eninestly, “I’m certain. It’s her and only be there won’t be anyone else”
Mano shook his head and said, “Life is unpredictable. It’s too soon to make such promises.”
Owen nodded. “Yeah, it’s too soon. She doesn’t like me yet–I’ve got to try harder.”
Mono was speechless.
What Mono meant by “too soon” was clearly not what Owers had in mind.
As Aria walked over, their conversation came to an end.
Ana handed Owen a thermometer. “Take your temp”
“Got it.” Owen took it naturally, skipping the “thank you” as that would feel too formal between them.
One gave it naturally, and the other took it just as naturally–neither realizing they’d already developed an unspoken bond that let no room for anyone
else.
Mono didn’t know much about Owen, but he understood Aria, his own disciple, perfectly.
“Looks like thed still stands a chance with Aria, Mono thought.
Owen wasn’t running a fever. He went back to his apartment, took his meds, and soon drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Aria <b>drove </b>Mono and Gael to the Fine Art Society.
She had just unbuckled her seatbelt when Mono said, “Stay in the car–it’s better if the others don’t see you. With Gael here, you’ll be fine.”
If she were recognized, her quiet life would be thrown into chaos.
A smile lit up Aria’s eyes. “Mono, just call me if you need anything.”
Mono nodded. <b>“</b><b>Got </b>it”
After months apart, Mono made a special trip to <b>Mayen </b>Garden just to check on Aria. Only after confirming she was safe and sound did he finally feel truly
relieved.
As Mono <b>walked </b>in, Westin, who had just arrived at the entrance, hurried over to greet him. His gaze lingered on the dep eagerly, “Mono, was it my fellow apprentice who brought you here?”
Mono gave a slight nod. “She did.”
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Westin sighed in frustration at being just a step toote. Then, with eager anticipation, he asked, “Mono, when will you bring her to meet us?”
Mono replied vaguely, “We’ll see.”
Westin noticed the perfunctory tone and smiled helplessly. Then, as something urred to him, his face it up and he said eagerly, “Mono, the Fine Art Society <b>has </b>just acquired three of my fellow apprentice’s paintings!”
Mono frowned<b>, </b>puzzled “Bought them?”
That girl never sells her own paintings he thought.
Westin replied, “It was Liam Cole. At thepetition, Hannah Gibson, who was with Liam Cole, identally damaged his ex–wife’s paintings. I heard they had to pay one hundred million dors inpensation.
<b>“</b>Liam Cole then hired experts to restore the three paintings and sold them under my fellow apprentice’s name. Society and bought them.
Mone’s face darkened instantly. “How dare be sell her paintings!”
“Mono, someone like that isn’t worth your anger,”
Westin said, trying to soothe him.
After calming Mono down, Westin finally voiced the question bursing in his heart. “Aria Savon has three of my fellow apprentica’s paintings. It of apprentice herself?”
He also learned that Aria had donated a replica of Mono’s painting at a charity auction.
He believed she was most likely the famous apprentice.
Mono nodded, “That’s her”
Westin blurted out in surprise, “<b>Wow</b>, my incredible fellow apprentice is really this young!”
Mono’s lips curled into a faint smile. “She’s exceptionally gifted.” But he thought to himself, it’s just a pity her taste in men leaves much to be desired
Mono silently repeated Liam’s name in his mind, his gaze growing <b>cold</b>.
At the dinner party, a man with a <b>foreign </b>look spotted Liam and blurted out in surprise, “Liam?”
Liam spotted the man, his <b>face </b>breaking into a smile as he immediately strode over. “Diegol” he called out warmly. “I didn’t expect you toe to Huthailia.”
Diego shook his hand and, in halting Huthan, said, “Well, Ie to Huthailia for my studies. I didn’t expect to meet you here! How are you and yo wife?”
Hannah was still in custody,
Liam looked embarrassed. “Hannah isn’t my wife yet–we’re not married.”
Diego looked surprised and asked, “But isn’t your wife Madelyn Colton?
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<b>AD </b>
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