Chapter 103

Irene Spencer was a great doctor, a dancer, and a pianist. And now, a painter? Isaac actually doubted it—those other talents already made her plenty impressive. In fact, it was already impressive for the average individual to have two expertise. On the other hand, Harvey was getting smug because he could tell that Isaac missed his point. He laughed out loud, because he knew something Isaac did not. "I heard that some artists only draw their beloved. Do you think that this artist loves me, Mr. Jefferson?" Irene scowled. "You forced me to do it. I don't…" She paused mid-sentence—why should she even explain herself? In fact, she needed Isaac to hate her and divorce her right now! Hence, switching gears, she said, "I mean, you were pushy, but I definitely wanted to draw you." It was basically acknowledging that she was in love with Harvey. Despite it being a complete lie, those who hear that might not agree. Harvey actually did a double take, but glee soon appeared on hi