Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 45 He Knows Everything

Irene could not understand Millicent's words. In the past, she could understood Millicent's painting a

little bit. She just thought that she could not paint it. Now, Claudia was an artist, Irene did not

understand it at all.

"Millicent, I feel that painting is like making wine. The longer it is, the more fragrant it is. You are very

young and talanted, there were many people praising your painting, remember? I trust you will also be

an artist one day ."

Millicent nodded, and then began to admire the paintings on the wall with all his heart. After a while,

cinsidering Irene was pregnant, she thought that Irene would be bored and tired. So she said hastily,

"Irene, there is a lounge over there, would you want to wait and rest on that seat, as well as have some

snacks.I guess it won't take too long time to finish all paintings!"

Irene thought about it and agreed. She was not the kind of person who liked paintings. She nodded and

left for a rest.

Millicent went on to look at the painting. She noticed a familiar figure and the mint scent that she had

been thinking about every day. She turned her head to look, and the joy in her heart could not be

suppressed, unexpectedly, It's really him.

"E... Elio." There was a trace of disbelief in her voice. How could Millicent possibly believe that? This

man had finally returned to this city. And now he just stood less than a meter away from her.

Elio rolled his beautiful eyes and tried hard to recall who this girl was.

Millicent was about to say something else, but when she saw the confusing look of Elio, she lost her

confidence and didn't continued speaking. She just rooted to the spot and looked at him.

"You are the friend of Irene?" Elio was uncertain. There were too few people he could remember over

the years, but he had the vague impression that she was a very shy and quiet girl. She rarely spoke

and only liked to smile.

"You still remember me..." Millicent was pleasantly surprised and said faster. It didn't matter if he

rememberd her name. But she was simply happy because this person still remembered her.

"Yes, I remember. Your first name is Millicent, isn't it?" asked Elio.

"Yes, my name is Millicent." He still remembered her name. That was enough for her.

Elio smiled, "Do you like Claudia's paintings too?"

In fact, Millicent did not like to draw before, and she did not like any artist very much. Just because of

the person in front of her, she began to draw .

Later, she really liked drawing. Sometimes when she looked at the paintings, she would wonder if Elio

had also stood in the same place and saw the same paintings.

Millicent nodded. "Yeah, I like it very much."

"Did you come alone?" He knew the relationship between Millicent and Irene, so he had some

expectation in his heart that Irene was here, too.

Millicent turned her eyes to the lounge outside the glass window and said, "She's a little tired. She's

just resting over there."

Elio turned around and glanced.

Outside the glass window, Irene was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of coffee. The afternoon sun

shone on her back, and she yawned. She must be tired, and her eyes could not open, like a sleepy

lazy cat.

Elio's eyes softened.

Millicent understood, from Elio's behaviours at school and in Irene's wedding, she knew Elio Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

liked Irene. She had not expected anything before, nor she would expect anything now.

Millicent noticed the crowd gathered in front of the last painting of the exhibition. Then she looked back

at Elio, who was staring at Irene's motionless eyes. She forced herself to smile and said, "I am going to

go over and take a look."

Millicent told herself that she could bear it. She knew she could force any one to like her.

Elio realized that he had been standing there for a long time. Millicent had gone far. Why could not he

control himself? He told himself not to care too much for Irene. But his heart was on her. What could he

do?

"Forget it. I still want to listen to Irene's voice." He stepped towards the direction of the lounge.

...

Irene felt that waiting for someone was really boring.

The phone was a good thing to kill time. When she was randomly checking the news on Twitter, she

happened to see Celine's fans ranting about her. Although it had been a long time, most people were

still on Celine's side. But when she saw the harsh words, she got a headache. When she put the phone

down, she was sleepy because of the air conditioning.

Then she heard footsteps. Opening her eyes, she saw Elio staring at her.

"You do sleep. You can fall asleep wherever you go," Elio said. Irene felt awkward.

Irene smiled awkwardly, slowly got up, and casually straightened her clothes.

Elio had watched this action for dozens of times. This was the most natural movement that Irene had

ever felt shy when she was at university.

"Do you remember that you fell asleep on the lawn when you were in college, You even skipped three

classed in the afternoon." Elio sat next to Irene .

Irene pretended not to hear. That was too embarrassing. She had to change the subject. " Senior, why

are you here?"

"Irene..." Elio said in a low voice.

Irene turned her head. "What?"

"Don't call me Senior any more!" Elio did not like the word "Senior", which kept an invisible distance

between them.

It seemed if she aked why, the scene embarrassing. So shejust nodded and said, "Okay."

"Call me Elio! I'm not used to be called a senior." Elio was not that kind of perso who always lied. But

he lied a lot to her. If he didn't do so he would never had hot chance to talk to her.

"Okay, E...Elio," Irene's voice was soft. She was not used to call his name. She had been calling him

senior for so many years. It was not comfortable for her to suddenly change her way of addressing him.

"So, are you here to see the painting?"

Elio nodded.

"My best friend likes paintings too, but I am just an ordinary person and can not see anything. If she's

here, you two must have a lot of topics about painting to talk." said Irene regretfully.

"Are you talking about Miss Baker? I just greeted her." The girl was indeed obsessed with painting.

"Yes." She didn't expect them to know each other. She looked at Elio and then thought about

her Millicent. "They both liked painting, one was gentle and elegant, and the other was quiet and

virtuous. She thought they were a perfect match." Irene thought to herself.

Elio naturally did not know what Irene was thinking about. If he knew, he would be even more

disappointed.

But Irene continued, "Sen.., Elio. She's a good friend of mine. Millicent likes to paint as much as you

do. She's beautiful and talent. If you are still..."

"How long have we known each other, Irene?" Irene was interrupted by Elio before he could finish her

sentence. She took a look at Elio's pale face and realised he did not look well. Moreover, Elio's tone

was much higher than usual, as if he was afraid he would say something else. Elio had always been

meek. What was wrong with Elio?

"Seven years?" Irene replied honestly. "Am I right?"

"It's been seven years. I still remember what you looked like the first time I met you. Do you

remember?" Elio's eyes were dull and it seemed they were back to the school time.

Of course she remember. Irene probably could not forget his embarrassed look for the rest of his life.

Elio sighed, "It rained heavily that day. I saw you chasing a car in front of my mine, but the car was

going faster. You was too tired too sat down on the ground that was covered with water."

Elio turned to Irene and asked, "Whose car were you chasing at that time?"

It was the Jones family's car. The rain was heavy and she did not have an umbrella. The Jones family's

driver came to pick them up. However, the car drove away before she could got into it. She knew it

must be the Jones family's kids who wanted to embarrassed her in the rain.

Irene did not want to talk about the unpleasant past. She was happy with the life she had right now.

She smiled and said, "It had been a long time ago. I can't remember what I was chasing. Maybe it was

a thief."

Elio replied, "Really?" He loved her so much, how could he not know who she was chasing that day?

All he knew was that She was a stubborn woman, so she just didn't want to tell her.

Actually, he knew everything about her, including her loved one.

Irene was silent for a while. She was overwhelmed by Elio's question. She lowered her head and

murmured, "Yes!"

Elio began to pay attention to Irene because he was curious and worried about her. Later he felt that

she was obstinate under her thin back. Gradually he was convinced and could no longer banish her

from his mind.

She was like a seed that slowly took root in his heart. If he wanted to get rid of her, he would feel pain

in his heart.

"I think she's finished. Let's go and find her!" Irene stood up and changed the topic.

At this time, a man rushed over and bumped Irene. It was too late for Irene to escape. She wanted to

take a few steps back, but she couldn't help but fall backward. She spilled the milk tea in her hand, and

the cups were thrown out...