Chapter 185 Finish That Painting

Charles couldn't stand the conversation anymore, so he immediately stood up and walked towards them.

"What? I'm old, huh?"

Upon hearing his baritone voice, the three women suddenly turned their heads at him.

"Mr. Fu, we just said you're older than Nancy," Kathy replied demurely. She lowered her head while a shy smile escaped her lips.

"Yes, I'm a little older than her, but an old man knows how to love his wife more, right?" he replied with utmost confidence. Then, he loaded the shopping bags into the car and muttered, "Honey, have I bought all the things you asked me to buy?"

It was not just his eyes that were gently staring at Nancy, but even his soft voice almost melted into their ears.

He seemed to be really fitting into the role of a husband. And frankly, he was doing a very good job at it.

The man was beaming with so much happiness and contentment, as evidenced by the glow on his face.

At the same time, Nancy––who felt shy in front of the two women––pretended to take a peek in the bags and answered, "You've bought all of them. We can go now.

I'll see you at the reunion, guys. Bye!" With a smile, she waved at Kathy and Tina after putting the bags away.

"Ah yeah! We'll see you." Kathy waved her hand while still wearing that sly smile on her lips.

After Charles roared the engine

ryly, "Charles, I couldn't care less about your money, you should know that. Why are you still angry?"

"Good!" he exclaimed. Then, patting her cheek as if he was praising her, he expressed, "That's better! I want you to tell people, no matter who they are, that you love me and only me."

"Okay!"

Although she agreed instantaneously, Nancy had cursed him thousands of times in her heart.

No man could be more so domineering than this guy in front of him!

Even the way he expressed his love was so dominant, leaving her with no choice but to be submissive.

But even with his arrogant side, he could really be petty at most times.

In fact, right now, Nancy felt wronged for no reason. And she only agreed to him just to protect her poor self-esteem.

'I should really be more careful of him from now on,' Nancy warned herself.

"After dinner, I want to see you draw," Charles suddenly uttered.

At the mention of drawing, Nancy's scalp automatically tingled.

'Damn it! Why couldn't he forget it?

How could I finish that painting?'

At this point, Nancy didn't know what to say. She wanted to come up with an excuse to escape from the situation.

She outlined the portrait according to her face, and if she were to continue it, Charles would most likely catch on the image! It was really her after all!