How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491 

“What and what? What does this have to do with the fact that I can’t find a wife? Younger brother, can you make it clear to me?” 

“Bro, take your time to comprehend it!” 

“No, you must make it clear to me today.” 

Jackson ignored Jeffrey’s ridicule and went to the art room alone. 

He stood outside the window and looked through it at Gilda who was practicing sketching inside. 

She held the pen attentively and outlined the lines one stroke after another. Her movements were not skilled, but her attitude was particularly serious. 

He had never seen her like this before. 

seel! 

He just stood there quietly, looking at Gilda silently until this art class was over. Gilda sat there all the time and finished her unfinished art homework in class. 

After a long time, Gilda finally stopped. She raised her sore arm with joy on her face. “Well, it’s finally done…” 

Just then, Jackson pushed the door open and came in. “Are you done?” 

Gilda turned around and her face was covered with paint, but she didn’t know it 

Seeing Jackson, she couldn’t help but feel happy. “Jackson, why are you here?” 

Jackson approached her with a smile and finally said, “Gilly, do you want to look at your beautiful face in the mirror?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Gilda hurriedly got up and looked in front of the mirror. “Oh my God, when did you get it? Jackson, wait for me here. I’ll go to the bathroom.” 

After saying that, Gilda ran to the bathroom. When she came out, Jackson handed her a handkerchief. 

“Wipe your hands!” 

“Thank you!” 

Gilda took it and wiped off the water stains on her hands. Then she asked, “Jackson, didn’t you have class today? Why do you have time to come and find me?” 

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Chapter 491 

“Nothing. I came to see you. Jeffrey Braydon told me that you plan to study costume design?” 

Gilda didn’t hide it and hummed. 

“I think it’s good to study design… In the future, I can open a multi–brand boutique, set up my own original brand, sell clothes designed by myself, and participate in fashion weeks with my own designs…” 

When Gilda said this, her eyes were as dazzling as stars. It was like a beam of light suddenly shining down on her body. 

“I also want to live in the city where I work and have a big house with a large pond behind it, where some fish can be kept.”