Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 116

As soon as Jessica returned to GrandVille Apartments, the painting desk she had bought was sent over.

Jessica's study was next to Oliver's.

Now that the furniture in the room had all been arranged, she only needed to do was buy some pens, ink, paper, and ink stone.

She was a little worried that she couldn't draw anything valuable and ruin this painting desk made of yellow rosewood which was worth millions of dollars.

"Oliver, have you seen me drawing before?" She asked.

Oliver hadn't seen her drawing with his own eyes, but he had seen the photos in which she was doing it. It was taken when he had someone follow Jessica and Lambert secretly, who were drawing together in Hayden's studio.

The two of them in the photo looked like a married couple, which made him very angry.

Oliver replied honestly, "No, I haven't."

Jessica couldn't figure out why had she chosen to study a major that was completely unrelated to painting and found a job as a secretary in the Williams Group after graduation. Her dream had always been to become a painter.

"I haven't painted for a long time. It could be terrible. You can’t laugh at me."

Oliver turned up one corner of his mouth and chuckled. "I won't."

The two of them were chatting and laughing in the study when the servant came up and said, "Young master, Mr. Deerman and Miss Saletta are here."

"Let them come straight up," Oliver said.

Jessica asked, "Who's here?"

"My friend and your friend."

Jessica looked excited. "My friend. What's her name?"

"Sally."

"That's a nice name."

Martin and Sally came up. Seeing Oliver and Jessica talking and laughing in the study, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Hi, Sally." Jessica walked forward and said with a smile, "And this must be Mr. Deerman."

"Just call him Martin."

Martin glanced at Oliver, who seemed to have changed into a totally different person over the past few days. He would never talk so much before.

"Miss White, I've wanted to see you for a long time, but I was afraid to disturb you."

Jessica didn't expect her friend to be so strangely polite to her. Why did she call her Miss?

"Just call me by my name," Jessica said.

Then she added, "Oliver, why not ask Winnie to bring some tea?"

Oliver nodded and went downstairs.

Sally and Martin looked at each other curiously.

'What is going on?'

Sally saw the large painting desk in the room. She could tell from a single glance that it was made of yellow rosewood.

"Jessica, is this new?"

Jessica nodded. "I heard from Oliver that you are a successful curator and have organized many influential exhibitions."

"Mr. Williams really knows how to brag for me."

"It seems that we became friends because we had the same hobby," Jessica said.

Her words reminded Sally that Jessica had lost her memory.

"Well, are you going to draw? When you finish your works, I can help you organize an exhibition."

"I'm afraid that my paintings will be too ugly to be exhibited."

"I've seen your paintings of flowers and birds. They're exquisite. I like them very much."

"You really are my friend. Even Oliver said he hasn't seen my paintings."

Sally didn't expect Jessica to mention Oliver so frequently. She and Oliver looked like a newlywed couple who were so close to each other. "He can see your paintings very often in the future," Sally said.

Sally turned around to look for Martin, but he wasn't there.

Just as the two women were chatting, Martin had already gone downstairs to look for Oliver.

The two men stood in the yard smoking. Martin asked, "What if she regains her memory?"

Oliver said calmly, "I don't know. One step at a time. Everything's fine as long as she's happy."