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Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

Chapter 828
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Chapter 828

“It’s quite delicious,” Fia answered coolly.

She was worried that he would give her some sort of diagnosis just by drinking tea, and so she added, “I don’t

understand much about tea, though.”

“I’m just purely inviting you to have some tea.” Marcus held up his teacup and took a deep breath. As the sweet

scent of the tea entered his nostrils and into his lungs, his mind became clearer too.

He was still suffering from jetlag and woke up not long ago. Now that he had regained his composure, he looked

much better, and his temper also somewhat improved.

“What do you like to do on your usual days, madam?”

Fia answered out of politeness. “Draw designs.”

“You’re a designer?” Marcus asked.

“Yes.” Fia finished her drink and put the teacup back onto the saucer.

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Marcus asked, “Can I see your designs?”

Fia frowned and looked at Conrad. “Is it okay?”

“I’m fine with that.” Conrad nodded and got his phone out. He had a few of her designs in it..

Marcus put down the teacup and took his time to look at her designs,

Several minutes passed and he raised his eyes to look at them. He then stood up and switched

on the projector. He projected the images in Conrad’s phone with it.

He chose one of the designs and said, “This is one of your earlier designs, right?”

Fia raised an eyebrow and said, “Yes.”

However, she thought that it was just a lucky guess.

Marcus caught the emotions in her eyes and chose about a dozen more.

“These are all your earlier designs.”

It was a statement.

This time, Fia frowned. The surprise on her face was apparent.

Even Conrad was caught by surprise.

That was because some of the designs in his phone hadn’t been put into production yet. No outsiders could have

known about them.

Not to mention that some of the designs were from the days when Fia was still studying.

Fia turned around and asked Conrad, “Where did you get my designs when I was still in university?”

“Your university, of course,” Conrad answered honestly.

Fia was getting a headache and she looked at Marcus earnestly.

“How did you know that these are my earlier designs?” They were of different styles. It was not something that

someone from outside the industry could have easily guessed.

Marcus didn’t answer her, and he simply put on some more images.

“These are your recent designs.” It was a statement again.

Even Fia’s expression had turned serious. The designs that he had shown were indeed her recent work. Many of

them were still kept safe inside her drawers.

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No one knew about them other than her and Conrad.

She couldn’t say that he studied her beforehand just to make him look like a very skilled psychologist, could sshe?

“Mr. White, is there any relationship between your profession and my designs?” She tried to argue with him.

“One’s expression, choice of words, lifestyle, profession… All of these can show if there’s something abnormal with

one’s mental state.”

Marcus stared at Fia and said, “And you have had issues since you were little.”

“Ridiculous!” Fia argued back almost instinctively.

Marcus then zoomed in on one of her earliest designs. Something she drew at university.

“Let’s take this design as an example. This flower of yours… Only the stamen is present.”

Fia’s expression froze but she still tried to calmly explain, “You won’t understand. It’s a type of artistic expression.”

“Perhaps. But from what I see, it tells me that the environment you grew up in was incomplete. One of your parents

is missing. Did your parents have an unhappy marriage? Or maybe, one of your parents is sexist?” Marcus closed

his eyes. “Or you grew up in a single- parent environment, perchance?”

He tried to make it less antagonistic, worried that he would trigger something in her.