Chapter 441 Dominance
There’s a thin line between love and indifference. At first, both Brad and I had feelings for Jenny, and gratitude was a part of that. But Jenny managed to wear that gratitude down to almost nothing, turning our affection into indifference.
"Ms. Taylor, what are you even talking about? It’s totally normal for couples to be close. Isn’t it also normal to call out in the heat of the moment? Is it because Ms. Taylor has never had sex that she can’t understand or accept it? Do I need to spell it out for her? Should I give you all the details? What right do you have to demand an explanation from me?"
I pressed Jenny with every word, feeling a rush of satisfaction as I watched her face twist.
I blinked innocently, resting my chin on my hands, waiting for Jenny’s response.
Jenny probably never dealt with someone like me before. She had tried to corner me for two days to talk and assert her claim over Brad for the next two years, but I had managed to fend her off with a mix of firmness and softness.
She must regret trying to mess with me.
Before leaving, Jenny glared at me and spat out a venomous curse, "You all just wait. Those who betray me will never have a good ending."
I didn’t get what betrayal she was talking about. After all, nothing Brad and I did could be considered a betrayal to her. Neither Brad nor I had made any life-or-death promises to her.
But the malice in her eyes still made me uneasy.
If I wanted a stable future with Brad, Jenny, this unstable factor, had to be dealt with.
As soon as Jenny’s figure disappeared, Brad called, "Just finished the meeting. Are you okay?"
"I’m fine, but Jenny might not be," I said.
Brad laughed and asked what had happened.
I recounted the events to Brad, and even his usually serious demeanor couldn’t stop him from chuckling.
Brad said, "You’re not easy to bully. Well done. My woman should be fearless like that."
It was so domineering!
I asked, "What if she tries to scheme against us?"
"Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, you don’t need to worry, baby. By the way, I forgot to mention, the ring looks beautiful on your hand."
I thought so too.
When I arrived at the lab Elliot had found, it was already 10 AM. He was busy crushing categorized stones one by one.
Seeing me, he assigned me to further grind the stones. I sat on a chair at the lab bench, using a hammer to crush small pieces of ore into powder.
It was a meticulous and time-consuming task. As I worked, I chatted with Elliot about the morning’s events, and once again, he leaned against the lab bench, laughing uncontrollably.
"Jane, you’re a treasure. No wonder Brad cherishes you like a precious gem. If I were him, I wouldn’t want anyone else to see you either."
I was surprised.
Elliot continued, "It’s just that you have many sides. Sometimes you’re obedient, sometimes lively, sometimes weak. Last night and today, you showed me your cunning and unyielding side. Overall, it’s quite interesting."I thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what Elliot found interesting, so I just focused on grinding the stone powder.
The lab got real quiet, with only the sound of our breathing and the faint noise of tools against the ore.
Elliot didn't say anything, and I couldn't think of a good topic, so I just concentrated on my work. But I felt like there was something I wanted to ask Elliot that I had forgotten.
My run-in with Jenny ended on a sour note. On the surface, it seemed like she lost this round, being at a disadvantage from start to finish, and I managed to turn the tables with my reasoning.
However, when night fell and I lay alone on the spacious hotel bed, my fear and anxiety were no less than before I reunited with Brad.
I felt that someone like Jenny wouldn't give up so easily, and her resentful eyes and vicious curse before she left made me uneasy.
After two days, we finally succeeded in making the first batch of samples, and Elliot and I were pretty pleased.
I had come up with a story of a couple's date the night before and drew it on paper. Though it was a simple picture, it carried deep meaning.
Under the dark blue night sky, with the bright moon hanging high, a boy gazed lovingly at his beloved girl under a tree, serene and sweet.
After finishing the last touches, I cleaned up my brushes while Elliot leaned over the table, admiring my painting in amazement.
Honestly, this painting was just a spur-of-the-moment creation. The overall layout wasn't rigorous, and the meaning it conveyed wasn't solemn. Many aspects didn't align with traditional painting principles. But the painting's freedom and beauty made it highly appealing to young people today.
Professor Evans had often said that my painting skills were solid, my technique flawless, and my style unique and ingenious. However, there was one point that troubled Professor Evans greatly.
That point was my excessive idealism. In simple terms, my personal understanding of the painting was highly subjective, always trying to express objective meanings through subjective elements.
This method of expression had limited appeal. After all, we can't expect viewers to read our minds and grasp the initial concept and intention behind the painting's form.
Professor Evans also said that it was this excessive idealism that made me stand out among other painters, helping me gain recognition as an emerging talent.
Because in any industry, in any era, innovation always trumped sticking to conventions.
But innovators would always be lonely. I had to endure loneliness to achieve greatness.
Now, at twenty-four, having studied painting for over twenty years, I had endured loneliness. I couldn't say I had achieved greatness, but I had made some small accomplishments.
Elliot, specializing in art design, had a unique perspective on the appreciation of paintings. Seeing the admiration and amazement in his eyes filled me with genuine happiness. It truly made my heart swell with joy.
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