Chapter 151 Learn to paint with Peter
Chapter 151 Learn to paint with Peter
“Do you believe me now? Since you said you are interested in painting, perhaps I can teach you how to
paint,” Peter joked.
“That’s great,” replied Blanca at once.
“Wait, are you serious?” asked Peter in mild surprise. He didn’t expect her to say yes so readily. He
was the last pupil of Mr. Butler. Because of this, many girls, mostly art students, tried to approach him
to look for some shortcut to increase their popularity. But he knew Blanca was totally different. Looking
at the girl in front of him, young and innocent, Peter laughed lightly, for Blanca trusted him so easily,
without suspecting his intentions.
In fact, as he thought, Blanca just wanted to learn something so she could draw better. She had seen
Peter’s excellent skills and knew this might be a good opportunity to improve herself.
Blanca looked adoringly at Peter and asked, “Is what you said true? You learned from Mr. Butler? Are
you sure you want to teach me?” She liked drawing since she had been a child, but there was no
opportunity to learn painting in a slum at all. Luckily, an old painter had lived next her home once. So,
she had learned a superficial knowledge of painting from him, but he had moved away shortly after.
Although she yearned to learn more, she had never got another chance.
“Of course, it’s true. Are you sure you are really interested in painting?” said Peter.
“Sure enough! I really like drawing. Can you help me, Peter?” Blanca looked expectantly at Peter, her
eyes sparkling. Her family had been poor and couldn’t afford her paintbrushes when she had been a
kid. So, she had no choice but to teach herself to sketch with a pencil. After years of trying, she was Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
good at painting portraits and drawing cartoon. Only when she was drawing, she could feel the joy in
her heart.
“But, why should I help you when we’ve only met twice,” Peter joked.
“Er…” Blanca was, for a lack of a real reason, frozen. At this moment, she saw Matthew walked toward
her. He looked like a gallant prince in that white suit. Somehow, things went strange between the three
of them.
In fact, Matthew had noticed Peter for a long time. While he watched how Peter and Blanca talked and
laughed like old friends, he couldn’t stay out of this anymore. When he got closer to them, he noticed
the look in Peter’s eyes clearly. Matthew knew what the look meant; it meant love.
Matthew smiled thinly and asked, “Who’s he, Blanca?”
Blanca could feel Matthew’s displeasure, looking like a small girl caught in wrongdoing. She looked at
Matthew with a big smile, fawningly. “He is Peter. Last time, we met at the door of a Japanese
restaurant,” said Blanca with a sort of guilty haste.
Matthew looked darkly and meaningfully from Blanca to Matthew. Then he raised his eyebrow. Blanca
felt her heart begin to pound even faster because she knew the expression so well. It meant he was
angry.
But of course, she didn’t think Matthew was jealous. She thought perhaps she disgraced him. Maybe
Matthew was under the delusion that she was flirting with a man.
When Matthew saw her nervousness, all the anger in him went out. He put his arms around Blanca’s
shoulders and stared at Peter proudly, defiantly. “Mr. Butler is your mentor? He is my mentor too. What
a small world!” he said.
“Ha-ha! I know you, Mr. Grant. You’re famous in Oakshire,” said Peter, smiling.