Love Is Fair by Kerri novel Chapter 80

Chapter 080 Can We Start Over Met with Owen’s astonishment, Hailey said nonchalantly, “Mr. Moore, you don’t have to lay it bare.” It was really created by her. What other skills of hers were beyond his knowledge? Under Hailey’s composed gaze, Owen overcame his shock and doubts. This woman had perfectly kept everything from him. If he made a fuss, it would make him look like an ignoramus, and she would look down upon him.

Painting itself was no secret, but reproduction was a different story. The possessors of such skills usually kept low profiles. She saw through his doubts and admiration for the painting. He couldn’t tear his eyes away and held it so carefully as if his touching would break it. His cautious look was really funny. Hailey offered her explanation. “I painted it when I was little or young, to be

exact. At 14 or 15, I went to an exhibition with my dad and saw this painting. I liked the heroic poem on it. The storms are nothing to be afraid of. They’re just ingredients of life.” “14 or 15. That was after your abduction, right?” Owen naturally picked up the conversation and suddenly realized that they had witnessed the darkest days in each other’s life. Fate was really too wonderful for words. Hailey lightly hummed and nodded. Owen looked down at the painting still

incredulously. “You saw the painting and then reproduced it?” “Of course not, I’m not a god,” Hailey said helplessly. Even if she was gifted with

a photographic memory, she couldn’t possibly remember every detail from the paper to the painting work. “My dad liked it very much and wanted to buy it. However, the curator was

reluctant to sell. He pestered the curator till the latter agreed to lend him for three days. Since my dad liked it so much, I painted this after the original… Back then, I was too young to possess profound skills or comprehend the poem. I just mechanically copied it. My dad liked the replica so much that he hung it in his office till this day.” She narrated the story in such a flat tone as if it was not a big deal. Now he finally understood what humblebragging meant. “The replica is vivid. I think

you’re being humble.” Hailey lightly shook her head. “This shows that you’re still an amateur in this

trade. Dilettantes watch the scene of bustle while adepts guard the entrance. If my teacher saw this painting, he would scold me for sure. It’s just that my hands are no longer fit for the job, and I can disgrace him no more.”

Owen furrowed his brows. “You mean the calluses on your hands?”