My Wife is an Aloof Beauty

Chapter 1332 That Was Not Really Love (Part Two)

"Huh? Are you lecturing me on how to behave around high culture? You are the one who don't have proper etiquette. Pigs would fly if someone like you could understand high art!" Patricia lowered her voice, despite the ribbing tone. She really did not want to be the cause of any disturbance in the gallery.

Tom didn't talk back. He slowed his pace and started his tour, pausing in front of every piece of artwork. For some of the paintings, he had seen them quite a few times. He noticed that his feelings were different each time he appreciated them. He didn't know whether it had something to do with the mood he had at the time when he looked at them.

Although Patricia was the daughter of a famous painter, she didn't know much about painting, or most of the mainstream art genres. So she was very curious about what Tom was thinking when he quietly stood in front of every painting in the gallery. To her, they were only scribbles and smudges of different colors and different types of paint. She hardly understood what they really wanted to express. Even so, she still quietly followed him around. She told herself that he might need someone to accompany him.

"Hmm, why are you following me?" After a while, Tom realized that Patricia was beside him. He looked at her with a frown, stepping back.

"I'm not following you. I am going around and appreciating these paintings. I am also a woman with good taste," Patricia pouted and defended herself. There was no way that she would ever admit that she was following him. Though she had a character that looked tough on the outside which was almost boyish, she also had a pleasant and timid side.

"Really? So tell me, what do you see from this painting?" Crossing his arms, Tom motioned to a painting of a woman on a couch holding an apple. He gazed at Patricia and waited for her reply. He would like to see how she could continue to support her claim that she knew

wall and squeezed his body on her. He leaned forward and placed his hands above her, firmly locking Patricia in his arms, both of them unable to move. She could feel his gentle breath as he spoke and that had her spellbound.

"You... What are you... what are you going to do?" Patricia's body became stiff instantly. She couldn't think straight and was unable to utter a complete sentence. She waited for his next move and at the same time, she was very nervous.

"What? Isn't this what you have long been waiting for? Stop pretending that you are a saint! You've been dreaming of this."

After whispering these words, his face approached her lips, a movement that made her think that he was going to kiss her.

"Tom, you asshole!" At this point, Patricia flew into a fit of rage and pushed him away. She didn't expect that such a gentle man would be self assuming and disrespectful.

"Asshole? Haha! Since you already knew that, why did you provoke me? All these stupid games! What on earth do you want from me?" Tom said as he pinched her jaw. Although he only used a little strength, it still hurt Patricia.

"If I tell you, will you do as I wish?" Patricia looked into his eyes. In order to win his heart, she must first show some humility, gentleness and some manners.