Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 351

It was indeed much cooler in the mountain. One would find it hard to fasten his pace and leave such amazing scenery behind, especially with the light breeze gently brushing through the body.

"It's so chill here! I'm afraid we need to put on more clothes if we stay here longer." Finnley said as he felt refreshing all over his body.

"That's for sure. But it won't be a problem because I brought jackets. You can wear mine, in my pack." Dexter was busy setting up the easel, where he could start capturing the gorgeous scene before him very soon.

Finnley took a closer observation of the artist in front of him – a caring man with great attention to details. Amy told him that Dexter had been single all these years, except for one girlfriend – his painting. He was kind and anxious to help. And he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was single even though he was at his twenties.

"Why are you staring at me? I set this up for you, so you can paint later. Here, take the chair, I'll take the stuff out. You can watch me while I'm painting, you can also eat something if you're hungry. I don't know what you're into so I just got whatever was available." Dexter finished his preparation, then took his backpack over, emptying everything inside.

Finnley was a bit shocked. He got everything – fruit, snacks, water, etc.

'Does he think I was a kid? So many snacks…'

"I don't know what you like. But I'm sure you'll get bored. Since you're driving, I can't get you alcohol, so… only these." Dexter scratched his head. He chose things according to his sister's preference, since he wasn't much of a snacker.

"Thank you!" This was all Finnly could come up with as a reply. He went to the supermarket only to get four bottles of water and nothing else had even crossed his mind. But Dexter thought of it all.

"Come here, Finn. If you look from this angle, you'll see a different view. The focus is on that mountain, which is now very beautiful, but if you look at it from this angle, it looks more dangerous. Now why don't you try sketching its features out on your paper?" Dexter showed to Finnley what was special about that mountain. The warm air from his mouth was blown onto Finnley's face. His heart started pounding.

Finnley had never been so close to a man, which made him drenched in sweat.

Same for Dexter. He moved away right after talking. The pounding effect didn't occur when he was talking to his students – only when talking to Finnley.

"You can start first, and if you have any question in between, just ask me." Dexter, who also had a reddish complexion, went back to his easel and started mixing colors.

The two returned to the silent phase again. Dexter was focusing on his painting, while Finnley also started sketching.

Though Finnley was very interested in painting, never had he had a chance to execute it seriously. He was educated very strictly all the time, though he had no idea what good it did on him now.

He had several beautiful pictures in his mind, but when he held the pencil and actually did the work, they all turned into irregular funny lines.

Looking at his own "work", Finnley burst into laughter – that might be at most comics, right?

Hearing Finnley's laughter, Dexter came over and looked at his drawing. He did not laugh, however, but grabbed Finnley's hand instead and continued drawing on the paper. After a few additional lines, a stunning mountain popped up before their eyes.

"Look, you actually already took the essence of it, just need a little bit more touch. Go ahead, you'll get better after more practice." Dexter already saw Finnley as his student now and the messy thoughts earlier in his head were gone.

"Alright!" Finnley flipped a page and continued drawing.

Perhaps because he did have a bit of a talent, Finnley adjusted his way of drawing according to what Dexter showed him just now, and slowly he was able to reproduce the mountains on his papers.

After five drawings, Finnley felt that he was more satisfied with his skills now.

It was tiring work for him, though. He turned around and saw that Dexter was immersed in his own creative world, so he decided to change a spot to take a rest and there on the cloth he saw the assorted snacks Dexter bought.

They were so colorful. Finnley had no idea what any of them tasted like, because believe it or not, he had never tried any before.

He picked a pretty-looking pack and opened it, where there were a lot of thin pieces inside. He tilted the bag and read the words on it: potato chips.

Taking one out of the bag and putting it in his mouth, he was amazed at how tasty it was: crispy and flavorful. No wonder girls like to snack. They were indeed good.

Before he realized, Finnley already finished the pack, and took off the plastic package of a lollipop. He tucked it into the mouth and was again stunned by the strong sweet taste.

Dexter was still painting, but he from time to time had a glimpse of Finnley eating the snack, which gave him a lot of joy.

Done eating and drinking, Finnley started to feel bored. He walked behind Dexter and wanted to check out his work.

It was like a real photo of the scene before his eyes.

"Your painting is so photo realistic, amazing!" Finnley couldn't stop admiring. He was dreaming one day he could reach that level.

The two were still enjoying the view and their paintings while suddenly they heard a small noise, like someone was calling for help.

"Did you hear that?" Finnley asked Dexter. He had very sharp ears.

"Yes. Seems like someone is asking for help." Dexter dropped his brush and tried to capture more sounds and locate the direction.

The voice was very slim. They paid close attention, and it sounded like from a valley far down there.

"I'll go take a look." Finnley was about to leave. Dexter reached out one hand to grab him, but accidentally touched his chest, which was quite hard as it was pumped with muscles. The two turned against each other in embarrassment.

"Wait up. I'll go with you." Dexter put down tools in his hands, and the two set out for where the sound came from.

The sound came from quite far away. The two traced it bit by bit and arrived at a flat ground, where they suddenly lost the source of the sound.

"You go over there, I'll look around here." Dexter told Finnley.

Finnley walked towards the direction Dexter pointed to him and was trying carefully to catch the soundwave. But it never came again. Maybe the person already died?

A bad thought arose in his mind. Startled, he didn't notice what was under his feet.