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Chapter 89 She Was All About the Money

Chapter 89 She Was All About the Money

This must be the most beautiful male face Freya had ever drawn.

Freya looked into his deep, bright, compelling eyes as if one more look would sweep her off her feet. Freya couldn't bear to look into his eyes any longer and pretended to check the drawing supplies on the desk.

Austin's presence was overwhelming and hard to ignore. Although he was quiet at the moment, he was irresistibly formidable as if he was the emperor of the dark night.

"Don't move. I'm going to start painting." Freya said to Austin in front of her.

Austin curled his sexy, thin lips upward, and his eyes were seductive, fully showcasing his masculine charm.

Freya stared at his forbidding chiseled face. The drawing pencil held by her slender fingers became incredibly magical, and Austin's facial contours were drawn inch by inch by her in different shades.

Freya's strokes were not as brisk as before. Mostly because she was distracted by Austin's eyes too much. His eyes were unfathomable and complicated like deep pools, and she felt as if her soul was being sucked away once she looked into them.

Freya felt her body heat up a little. She was a bit distracted, probably because she was too stressed in front of him, or she have trouble concentrating today. Wearing her hair loose back, she wanted to find a hair tie but couldn't find one at the moment.

She had to pick up a pencil and simply twist her long black hair into a bun like an ancient woman. A few wisps of hair fell at the ear, which made her look sexier.

Austin saw this and swallowed several times. Who was literally giving off the sexual energy?

After putting her hair up, Freya continued to stare at Austin in front of her. She was afraid that she would not get his face right and drew carefully. After all, his face was impeccable. She wondered if she would get paid tomorrow if she didn't draw him right.

Oh! She was all about money tonight.

For the sake of money, Freya decided to draw it properly.

She cleared her mind and treated him like one of those she usually painted on the street. In fact, Austin had a chiseled face, so it should not be difficult to have his portrait done. But the most perfect thing was the most difficult to draw.

Austin's thick and curly eyelashes blinked slowly. With long, narrow eyelids, his eyes were simply fascinating.

Any woman would fall for his charm in ten seconds, but Freya in front of him seemed undisturbed, which made Austin speechless. How could she ignore his handsome face?

"Let's drink some water!" Freya suddenly decided to stop drawing because she was thirsty.

As Austin heard this, an imperceptible smile flitted through his dark, dangerous, deep eyes. Was she thirsty because of him?

Freya was very considerate to pour him a glass of water. She came over and handed it to him. "You must be tired, too. Get up and take a rest!"

It was not too late. It was only 10:30 at night. Austin stood up but did not go to see how her drawing was going. He leaned lazily and fetchingly to the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at her. His eyes

fell from her bun to her slender, pale neck and then shifted slowly to her delicate collarbone and the perfectly shaped chest under her shirt.

There was a green glint in his eyes as if he was a beast from the depths of the forest, taking interest in the prey in his field of vision.

Freya was drinking water when she saw that his eyes were falling on her. She then glared at him.

Austin finished his water, handed her the glass, and continued to sit in the same position as before. He looked at Freya, who sat opposite him, with his dark, brooding eyes.

Freya looked up, and their eyes met in the yellow crystal light.

His eyes were seductive.

However, there was a hint of panic in Freya's eyes.

It was quiet, and someone was breathing fast. Freya lowered her head. A trace of sweat seemed to emerge on her pale, small nose. She swallowed and continued painting.

His eyes were charming, but also unwavering, intense, and dangerous.

Little by little, time passed. In the quiet living room, Austin's eyes were tirelessly fixed on Freya, who was painting intently across from him. Freya was so attractive when she was conscientious about her work.

Her eyes were as clear as water and alluring. When she looked at a person, her eyes were not aggressive. The person felt welcome being watched and was willing to be gazed at by her eyes for a long time.

At this moment, Austin had the same idea. He wanted to be stared at by her eyes for the rest of his life.

Never had a woman made him so eager and determined to have this idea.

Freya was the one.

After three hours of working on the wonderful portrait, Freya breathed a soft sigh of relief. She put the pencil down and said to Austin, "It's done. You can get up now."

"Let me have a look." Austin got up from his chair and walked toward her. Freya was sitting on the couch, and Austin sat directly beside her, his tall body leaning in close.

Austin's gaze fell on the portrait, and he marveled at Freya's skill in drawing. Sure enough, she drew a perfect likeness of his graceful bearings and essence. Did it show clearly that she had feelings for him? Otherwise, how could she do rather a good job with the likeness?

While Austin was looking at the drawing, his face was insensibly so close to her that they were only half a hand's length away from each other. She vaguely smelled the masculine scent of him, and her nervous system was stretched out so much.

He didn't really have to get so close to her.

"It's a good drawing. I like it," said Austin.

Freya's fair face flushed when his deep voice rang in her ears. When he said this, his sexy thin lips were close to her ear.

Freya's ears and cheeks couldn't stop glowing.

"I'm so glad you like it. It's late. See you tomorrow." Freya pretended to be gathering her pencils. Then it occurred to her that there was a pencil in her hair. She immediately reached out and pulled it out as soon as she could, and instantly, her black hair fell down like silk.

A few strands of her hair crossed his face, and his ink-like black eyes instantly became dangerous. It seemed that she always had a way to turn him on.

Freya finished packing up, took the drawing down, and handed it to him. "Here's your painting. You keep it."

Austin held the painting in his hand and savored the moment.

She said coldly, "I hope you'll have the money ready tomorrow morning."

Austin felt she was putting a damper on him. Did she draw his portrait so well just for the money?