It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 1332

"Huh? Are you lecturing me on how to behave around high culture? You are the one who don't have proper etiquette. Pigs would fly if someone like you could understand high art!" Patricia lowered her voice, despite the ribbing tone. She really did not want to be the cause of any disturbance in the gallery.

Tom didn't talk back. He slowed his pace and started his tour, pausing in front of every piece of artwork. For some of the paintings, he had seen them quite a few times. He noticed that his feelings were different each time he appreciated them. He didn't know whether it had something to do with the mood he had at the time when he looked at them.

Although Patricia was the daughter of a famous painter, she didn't know much about painting, or most of the mainstream art genres. So she was very curious about what Tom was thinking when he quietly stood in front of every painting in the gallery. To her, they were only scribbles and smudges of different colors and different types of paint. She hardly understood what they really wanted to express. Even so, she still quietly followed him around. She told herself that he might need someone to accompany him.

"Hmm, why are you following me?" After a while, Tom realized that Patricia was beside him. He looked at her with a frown, stepping back.

"I'm not following you. I am going around and appreciating these paintings. I am also a woman with good taste," Patricia pouted and defended herself. There was no way that she would ever admit that she was following him. Though she had a character that looked tough on the outside which was almost boyish, she also had a pleasant and timid side.

"Really? So tell me, what do you see from this painting?" Crossing his arms, Tom motioned to a painting of a woman on a couch holding an apple. He gazed at Patricia and waited for her reply. He would like to see how she could continue to support her claim that she knew art.

"Two words, 'too boring'. I wonder what interests you in this. I mean, it's a woman on a couch!" Patricia pursed her lips. She was straightforward and always blurted out what was in her mind. She didn't understand art, that was it. She wouldn't care what others would think of her. Those who thought of her as shallow could just go to hell, as far as she was concerned.

"Well, why are you here then? I know! Because you are trying to be near to me." Tom's voice suddenly became icy. He had no qualms about rubbing it to her face despite Patricia's mother being an acquaintance with him.

"Don't flatter yourself too much. The gallery belongs to my family, I can stay anywhere I want and do anything I want in here." Patricia pursed her lips and kept her chin up in a defensive yet arrogant and overbearing manner.

"Okay, well understood." Tom raised both his hands in resignation. "You can stay here and do anything as you like. I will take my leave." Finishing his words, Tom turned around and walked towards the entrance. He wondered why he always had to run into her. But he had never seen her before, especially when he first came to this gallery. It was so strange, that he thought it was an arrangement rather than coincidence.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Patricia quickly followed him. She would not let him leave so easily.

"I think I don't have to tell you where I am going." Tom suddenly stopped and Patricia, unable to stop quick enough, ran face first onto his back.

"Ouch!" Patricia frowned with pain. "What the hell! You asshole, why did you suddenly stop?" Patricia touched her nose as it went numb. She didn't care who was to blame. Not only was it hurtful, it was also humiliating.