Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 350

The sun was vicious. It radiated its heat relentlessly to everybody, as if it was reluctant to leave the stage with the upcoming start of winter.

Finnley was wearing a simple loose-cut black T-shirt and a pair of black Harem Pants, with his usual short hair and divine face. It was hard for anyone who saw the face to shut off any further imagination.

He came out of the supermarket with a bottle of water in his hand. Drinking while walking, he could finally feel a bit of a pause of the crucial heat from the coolness in his hand.

Arriving at the underground parking, he spotted a woman on a phone call, so he instinctively hid himself behind the wall.

He sent Amy a message on the phone and then walked out as if he didn't see her. Walking over to his car, he unlocked the vehicle.

"Finnley? Wait, Finnley, wait!" Allison saw Finnley not far away as she hung up, and walked towards him hastily.

"Oh, Ms. Field?" Finnley turned around and pretended he just saw her, staring in a slightly condescending gesture.

His 5.8 inch height was not outstanding among males, but for most females, they had to look up to him already.

"Finnley, you look great. No wonder Hil likes you so much. Even girl like me finds you attractive. But since you're not a big fan of Hilary, may I introduce you to a better one?" Allison figured that since Finnley was the one Amy trusted, if she could get him on her side, it would be so much easier for her to roll out her plans.

"Oh, that's so nice of you, Ms. Field. But I'm not planning on finding a girlfriend at the moment. Plus, I'm not interested in women now." Finnley replied coldly.

"C'mon, Finn. You're not falling for Amy, right? She's the type of woman who plays with men easily. See what Richard has turned into. You should know the kind of power Richard and his family have, right? You won't beat him. Why don't you go for someone with a simpler background?" Allison seemed like she was really caring for him.

"That's not necessary. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go now. Please step away." Finnley was about to open the door of his car.

At this moment, Allison caught Finnley's arm with her red-nail hand.

"Finn, don't you want to take a close look at me? I'm no worse than Amy Newell. The girl that I'm going to introduce to you, she's even prettier than me. You can be reassured that I won't lie to you." Allison leaned over to Finnley and blew some warm air into his ear.

Finnley was tickled heavily by the strong perfume and sneezed hard right at Allison's face.

"Ahhh!" Allison screamed. It took her a long time today to do the make-up and now it was completely ruined by this goddamn Finnley Carr.

"I'm so sorry. I'm allergic to strange smells. Your perfume is way too strong. I repeat, I'm not interested in women, so no need to bother, Ms. Field." Finnley opened the door quickly. The way Allison held his arm gave him lots of creep.

"Allison, Allison!" Just when Allison was about to say something to Finnley, Jacob Carter ran towards her hurriedly and took her arm all of a sudden.

"What are you doing here?" Allison was held tightly in Jacob's arms completely off guard just the moment she saw this douchebag.

Finnley took this good opportunity and ignited the car, rushing out like a rocket.

Dexter asked Finnley out for a life painting up in the mountain today. Finnley took a strong interest in painting since childhood, but his family didn't allow him to pursuit his love. His mother made him study finance and management. He learned many things through it, but none was what he really liked.

Learning that Dexter was a painter reignited the inner love for art in Finnley again. He was eager to learn from Dexter and nobody would be in his way now.

He arrived at the rendezvous and saw that Dexter was already waiting with the canvas and a big backpack.

"Come on, get in the car." Finnley told Dexter. He then got off the car and helped Dexter load everything. The appearance of such two beautiful faces attracted loads of girls from the university, who started photographing them secretly with their phones.

"Let's go, otherwise we'd cause a traffic jam here." Dexter laughed, seated at the passenger's seat and asking Finnley to drive off.

"It's so hot today! But it'll get cooler up in the mountain. It's beautiful there. I bring you a set of tool too, so you can paint with me later." The two hobbyists found themselves a lot of common topics.

"Great, thanks Professor Butler! You made my childhood dream come true. I'll definitely return the favor." Finnley said in an exciting tone. He was well aware of Dexter's reputation as an artist. Now this famous painter was sitting right next to him and would teach him how to paint, how could he suppress his excitement? You didn't even get such a chance by paying him.

"Really? Nice! But I can't think of one right now." Dexter smiled, finding this Finnley guy quite an interesting figure.

"So I owe you one, then. Whenever you need my help, don't hesitate to let me know." Finnley was the kind of person who never ate his own words.

"Good." Dexter was a little lost in Finnley's handsome profile, so he took out a pad and a pencil from his bag and started drawing.

Before long, Finnley's face emerged on the paper, and after a little tweaking, the face looked truly vivid now. Finnley caught a glimpse at his portrait from Dexter, and a shot of shyness rose from inside being drawn by such an outstanding master.

After the drawing was done, Dexter tucked it back in his bag without showing it to Finnley, pretending nothing had happened just now. So the two remained silent for the rest of the way.

When the off-roader roared up to the hillside, Dexter asked to pull over.

"The next part will be a bit difficult to drive, but after that, we'll see the most fabulous scene you'll ever see." Dexter told Finnley.

Each of them took a backpack, and Dexter tried to carry all of the rest onto his back. Seeing the slim body of Finnley's, he would've felt guilty not carrying more as he was a 6'1'' tall guy.

"Let me take this. You've got too much." Finnley felt bad about Dexter carrying most of the stuff, although it couldn't hinder one bit of his charm.

"No problem. I used to go out a lot with my students. I'm used to it." Dexter said as he loaded everything on his back and marched forward. Finnley had no other choice but to just follow him behind.