Divorced While Pregnant The Ex-Husband’s Collapse 42
Chapter 42
Deafening silence suddenly descended in the car.
Natalie lowered her gaze, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She couldn’t respond to Johnson’s feelings. She had almost lost the ability to love someone, so she didn’t want to hold him
back.
Jeffrey had taught her that giving someone her heart only led to disaster, and that loving too deeply meant being left covered
in wounds.
The windshield wipers swept back and forth, and the steady rhythm mingled with the sound of rain.
“I’ll take you home first,” Johnson said, starting the car and changing the subject. “I’ve managed to get in touch with Mr. Wagner. If everything goes smoothly, you should be able to meet him within the next couple of days.”
Natalie’s dull gaze lit up instantly. “Really?”
Only her career could spark her interest and bring her back to life. Love didn’t really matter that much anymore.
“Yes, I’m following up on it,” Johnson said, gripping the steering wheel. “I’ll let you know when it’s confirmed. Make sure you make the proper preparations. Mr. Wagner’s time is precious. At most, he’ll only give us an hour.”
Natalie nodded vigorously. “Alright. Thank you.”
Daniel Wagner was one of the most renowned and prestigious painters in the country. Just last month, one of his paintings was sold at an auction for a staggering 270 million dollars.
Generally speaking, artists of that caliber were aloof, eccentric, and detached from the outside world.
But Daniel was different. He was remarkably down-to-earth. He used social media, filmed short videos, and managed his own accounts. In fact, he even live-streamed from time to time and travelled everywhere for inspiration.
At 60 years old, he had an exceptionally youthful mindset and even understood online memes.
Because of that, Daniel had amassed a huge following among younger audiences.
If Daniel could hold an exhibition at Natalie’s gallery, it would greatly boost its reputation and attract more artists and visitors.
The first step was crucial, so Natalie wanted a strong opening.
Johnson replied, “I’m just helping make the introduction. Whether you can persuade Mr. Wagner to host his exhibition at your gallery is entirely up to you. Natalie, no one can help you with this hurdle.”
Natalie nodded. “I understand.”
Johnson asked, “Are you cold? I’ll turn the temperature up a bit.”
Natalie shook her head, fiddling with the half-damp cuff of her sleeve. “It’s fine. I’m not cold, and I’m almost dry already.”
It was already the beginning of autumn, but it was still hot. The last flare of summer was not to be underestimated.
By the time they arrived at the Bennett residence, Natalie’s clothes were mostly dry. The rain had stopped as well.
There was the fresh scent of grass in the air.
“Go home, take a hot shower to warm yourself up, and have a cup of hot tea. Make sure you don’t catch a cold,” Johnson said, standing by the front of the car.
Natalie answered, “Okay.”
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He continued, “You’ve just had a miscarriage, su
lasting problems.”
Natalie sniffed. “I’m not that fragile.”
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Johnson sighed. “You’re always pushing yourself too hard.”
“It’s getting late. You should head home and rest early. Bye,” Natalie said, waving at him.
Johnson replied, “I’ll wait until you’re inside.”
All Natalie could do was agree and turn toward the residence.
After entering the living room and turning on the lights, she glanced out the window to see that Johnson was just about to get back into his car.
She withdrew her gaze and turned around to see Stephen standing by the staircase.
She jolted in surprise. “Steph, you were home?”
Stephen replied, “Yes. I didn’t expect to see Johnson bringing you home.”
Natalie had no answer to that.
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