Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Honey, I Want to Have a Baby with You
Timmy was imitating his actions, learning every movement, including the pressure of the brush. Timmy, with his unique talent, mastered it.
Old Mr. Quill was ecstatic, staring at Timmy Monroe without blinking, as if he had found a treasure. Had God sent him a tremendous gift?
When he took Leon Keane as his apprentice, Leon was already twelve years old. Before then, Leon’s father had arranged for other famous teachers for him. Old Mr. Quill initially didn’t want to take on an apprentice, but because Leon’s father brought Leon to him, showing him Leon’s winning piece from the national children’s painting and calligraphy competition, Old Mr. Quill made an exception to agree.
Leon Keane’s talent in painting and calligraphy was indeed high, but every master has their own painting habits, and Leon learned them all. It was actually quite difficult to change later. After Leon made amendments, soon he became a busy high school student with barely any time to continue learning. Later Leon entered university, studying finance to take over the Kanes’ business, leaving even less time to develop his painting and calligraphy.
For Leon Keane, painting and calligraphy were just a part of his successful life, only able to be a halo and a decoration.
Timmy is different. He is just six years old, a blank slate. Old Mr. Quill can pass on all he’s learned in his lifetime to him, and Timmy can absorb it quickly.
This genius "SpongeBob," Old Mr. Quill could even imagine that in a few years, Timmy’s painting and calligraphy would make a splash, creating a massive wave in the art world.
Old Mr. Quill had made up his mind—he wouldn’t take Timmy to participate in some national children’s painting and calligraphy competition like Leon’s father did. Those small things were merely to help with school admission, with no real value.
Timmy’s painting and calligraphy works would be taken to the art associations to participate in competitions.
After dinner.
Leon Keane drove the family home.
Timmy and Ian fell asleep.
After his shower, Leon Keane, with a white towel around his lower body, his black tousled hair still wet, drops of water on his forehead, his chiselled and handsome features were incredibly alluring at the moment. His sexy Adam’s apple below, a hard chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and defined physique, especially those V-lines, were enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.
Leon Keane took the bathroom first; Ivana hadn’t showered yet.
Ivana sat on the edge of the bed. When she saw Leon come out like this, she inevitably blushed, quietly averting her gaze, avoiding his enticing body.
Leon Keane looked at her deeply, turned around, took an appliance from a drawer, walked to her, his body still carrying the fresh scent of shower gel. He handed her a hairdryer, and the scent of the shower gel grew stronger.
Ivana looked up in confusion, straight into those enticing V-lines, seducing her mercilessly.
Ivana felt her nose heat up. My god! She was about to have a nosebleed.
Leon Keane saw her expression as she covered her nose and chuckled softly.
Hearing his laughter, Ivana blushed down to her neck, reaching out to push him away, her palm touching his cool and highly elastic V-lines, feeling as if it were on fire.
She wanted to escape, even if to run to the bathroom for a splash of cold water on her face.
Ivana stood up, but after taking just two steps, Leon caught her by the waist from behind.
Leon Keane dropped the hairdryer, pressing his chest tightly against her delicate back, his voice hoarse as he said, "Honey, you feel something for me. You like me."
Ivana: "..."
What the hell is he talking about?
Let go of me! Ivana screamed internally. His current appearance could infatuate millions of girls, turning into a wolf preying. She was struggling to resist!
Ivana didn’t find any nosebleed. She released her nose, pretending to be calm as she said, "Let me go. I want to go to the bathroom."
Leon didn’t let go, his firm, perfect chin brushed against her ear with moisture, "Do you feel it?"
Ivana trembled, the tingling sensation like electricity stimulating her tender earlobe dripping blood.
She felt it, damn it, the feeling was too intense.
Moreover, she felt Leon’s hand start to misbehave, reaching inside her shirt.
Ivana’s body went soft, and she called out softly, "Leon, don’t do this."
"Tell me, do you feel it?" Leon seemed like a broken record.
Ivana bit her lip. How could she say such words? Saying it would be like inviting him.
Leon’s slightly cool fingertips flicked her side’s tender skin, like playing the piano, moving upward, the rhythm tingling and light, his thin lips continuing like a repeating machine, "Tell me."
Ivana grabbed his hand, trying to pull it out of her clothes.
How strong was Leon? He wouldn’t come out. Ivana was powerless.
"I do." Ivana replied perfunctorily.
Leon was relentless, "Do what?"
Ivana gritted her teeth, "Feel it."
Leon seemed dissatisfied, "You need to say what you feel. Not just mention feeling."
You say feeling, without saying it’s there, how can it be considered a feeling? It could also be no feeling, right?
This was pushing too hard!
Leon, you’re too much!
"I feel it." Saying those words felt so shameful. Ivana wanted to cover her flushed, hot face.
Leon smiled delightedly, his dark eyes shining brightly, carrying an inexplicable restless glint.
"I knew it. Honey, I want to have children with you."
Let’s have a daughter this time! He didn’t want to have another boy monkey.
Within a few days, Jean Shaw received a lawsuit.
Caleb Monroe wanted a divorce from her, the materials submitted to the court claiming she was unfilial, abused the elderly, and had a wicked heart, couldn’t tolerate his ex-wife’s daughter. The evidence was a recording.
It was the vicious words Jean Shaw and Michelle Monroe said back when Gavin Monroe was hospitalized, now used as evidence in court.
Jean Shaw certainly didn’t want a divorce. She cried, accusing Caleb Monroe of having an affair, impregnating a mistress, and wanting a divorce to elevate the mistress.
The court requires evidence. Without evidence, it’s just nonsense.
Surprisingly, Caleb Monroe’s divorce with Jean Shaw went smoothly, with the judge ruling for a divorce on the spot.
Jean Shaw was dissatisfied, made a loud fuss in court, and was forcibly removed by security.
Caleb Monroe wasn’t interested in watching Jean Shaw’s disgraceful tantrum. He felt great, having rid himself of the greedy woman. When he became wealthy, all the money would be his.
He planned to go to the mistress, to take her out for a celebration.
Jean Shaw suddenly rushed forward, grabbing him, not letting him leave, crying loudly, "Caleb Monroe, I’ve been with you since I was a teenager, and now you want to abandon me for some slut outside. Do you have any conscience?"
Caleb shook his hand to fling Jean Shaw off, impatiently saying, "You greedy shrew, what are you? How dare you go to Mrs. Keane to demand a bride price? Your face disgusts me to the core. Scram! Scram from the Monroe family, as far as you can."