The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282 

Theo was leaning back on the chair, so when Ellinor first woke up, she didn’t see him and mistook him for a shadow. 

It wasn’t until Theo moved a bit that the light from the car window hit his face. After she realized it was Theo, Ellinor felt uncomfortable and frowned. “It’s you! How… how am I in your car?” 

Theo looked at her. “You should be asking yourself why you fainted on someone else.” 

Ellinor suddenly remembered fainting; it seemed someone had caught her from behind so she didn’t fall to the ground. It was Theo. 

Regardless, this guy had helped her out. 

Ellinor became a bit more polite in her speech. I’m sorry, I think I might be a bit hypoglycemic. Mr. Blanchet, thanks for your help; I won’t bother you again.” 

With that, she reached for the car door, ready to get out. 

Theo didn’t stop her and just said, “Weren’t you looking for Lady Lotus’s self-portrait?” 

Ellinor’s movement to get out of the car halted, and she whirled around to look at Theo. “You have the painting?” 

No wonder she couldn’t find her mother’s self-portrait at the party. 

Theo lazily leaned back in his seat, nodding slightly. 

Ellinor closed the car door again, taking her seat. “Where’s the painting? Can I see it?” 

Theo looked at her with a sarcastic glint in his eyes. “Why should I show you my personal possessions?” 

The painting… 

Did this guy buy it? 

Ellinor felt a rush of anxiety. For the sake of her mother’s painting, she swallowed her pride. “I’ll just take a look; I won’t snatch your painting.” 

Theo snorted. “How can I be sure you won’t grab my painting, Ms. Mendoza? We aren’t even close.” 

Ellinor puffed out her cheeks. This guy was clearly messing with her! 

“Yes, we’re not close. But we’ve worked together before. Can’t you be a little kind and let me take a look, even if it’s from afar?” 

Theo reached out to lift her chin, examining her like she was an interesting object. After a while, he said coldly, “Beg me.” 

Ellinor was already very upset, but there was nothing she could do; the painting was in this man’s hands. She took a deep breath and said, “Fine! Mr. Blanchet, I ask you…” 

Before she could finish, her mouth was covered.