Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 53

"I'm not messing with you. As long as you stay by my side, I promise, I won't sell the Husk card to another person, and when Diana gets married, I will give it to her as a wedding gift .”

"Olivan?" David couldn't understand what the other party was thinking?

"Then you answer me now, are you willing or not?" Olivier looked at David with seriousness beyond doubt.

"...Yes." Do I have any other choice?

"Very well, I booked two first-class tickets back to New York, and I asked Mrs. Linda to pack your luggage for you."

"Wait, why am I leaving France now? I can recuperate here!"

"Because I want to work with peace of mind, I have to go back to New York, and also, I don't like you staying where I can't see."

David took a breath, and he suddenly felt that Olivan was unreasonably stubborn.

Even Olivan completed the discharge procedures in advance, which made David suspect that Olivan had planned all this in advance.

He was carried into a wheelchair and Olivan pushed him to the airport.

They first went from Bordeaux to Paris.Then I flew from Paris to New York, which was a small half circle around the world. There were not many passengers in the first class, except for the two of them, there was only a businessman who seemed to be from the Middle East, and a lady who had been reading the manuscript.

Before the plane took off, the stewardess came to check the seat belts of every passenger.

The lady put down the magazine in her hand, turned her face away, and saw David unexpectedly, "Oh! My God! Mr. Hovland!"

David followed the voice and looked over. It turned out that the woman was Olia, the editor-in-chief of the wine magazine "Alice" who had interviewed him.

"I really didn't expect to see you here." David smiled politely at the other party. According to Olivan's previous statement, he was very good at pretending in front of women.

Because the plane was about to take off, it was impossible for Olia to come over again. She made a gesture, meaning to chat with her later.

Oliwen looked at David, his eyes seemed to ask, which woman is this again?

David whispered: "Don't worry, I haven't lied to a woman this year, she's just the editor-in-chief of the wine magazine."

Olivier didn't speak again.

After the plane went straight into the sky, the seat belt light went off, and Olia walked over with a smile on her face. When she saw David's cast, she was surprised: "What happened to you, Mr. Hovland?"

"Don't worry, don't worry..." David shook his hand, "I just had a car accident and was distracted while driving."

"...Could you be drunk from the red wine you brewed yourself?" Olia saw that David's injury was almost healed, so she made a little joke, and then looked thoughtfully at the Olivan, "Is this Mr. Olivan Kane?"

Oliwen bowed his body, advancing and retreating slowly, "Yes, hello, Miss Oulia."

"Hello, I have never been sure it is you, because you rarely appear in public, the only time I saw you was at the wine festival, because the distance is too far, I can't see you clearly." Olia shook hands with him He shook hands and said, "Actually, at the wine festival, when Mr. Kane took pictures with those award-winning wine merchants, he only smiled when he was with David. I was just guessing that you two should be Friends, seeing you sitting together on the plane today is more proof of my speculation."

David smiled, but his heart felt chilly.

You're wrong, it's not a friendship, it's a boss and a buddy... Wrong, it's an oppressor and an oppressed relationship...

"Mr. Kane must also know that the current market price of 'Ruby' is slowly rising. Many people say that 'Ruby' is an undiscovered treasure in the wine world." Olia has already taken out her notepad and pen , "It's boring on the plane anyway, I don't know if you can talk about the story between you and David who brought 'Ruby' to the US market? You are called a modern Vermeer, and some people say that you should directly Calling you a modern Da Vinci, the stories you tell will also have a considerable impact on Mr. Hovland's 'Ruby'."

David glanced at Oliwen, "Forget it, Olia...don't try to dig out any stories from this guy, and there is no story between me and him."

Olia squeezed her eyes, "Why, David, do you feel embarrassed? Although Mr. Kane seems taciturn, it is those who don't talk often, and often have many stories."

David fell silent suddenly.

Although there are not many stories about Olivan, they are very profound.

"How is it? Mr. Kane, would you like to say something? David must be bored after a long plane trip." Olia is a woman with rich expressions, which makes people have an inexplicable desire to express.

"If you're telling stories, there's no story between me and David."

David shrugged his eyebrows. Sure enough, Olivan is not a storyteller.

"There are only some memorable moments." Olivan's tone was very flat, but the mystery revealed by the sound quality caught Oulia's mind.

"What moment?"

David also turned his head, he was a little curious, what time could he impress Olivan?

"We rode bicycles in a square in New York. I saw the sky, clouds, children with different expressions, windmills of different colors... I have been to the snowy mountains in Switzerland, the Rocky Mountains in Canada, and Petra in Jordan ..."

Olia looked at the stern man with soft eyes in a daze, and even David opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect Olivan to remember what he had said to him.

"But the most beautiful scenery is still when I sit behind his bicycle and see his back." Olivan's words are not gorgeous, but his words are like water flowing quietly, which is justified.

Ou Liya was stunned, with a smile on her lips, "I know artists are emotional. But I have read some interviews with you, and you have always seemed rational and restrained. Listening to your tone, it is like Like falling in love with Mr. Hovland..."

"What do you think?" Olivan turned his head sideways, his face softened by the cabin lights, "After that I created "Eyes."

This time, Olia and David were stunned together.

According to Olivan, he has just admitted his feelings for David. Although in the public imagination, artists are always romantic and passionate, and it is not uncommon to be in love with the same sex. It is easy to fall in love and easy not to love , but what Olivan Kane said would cause an uproar once it was published in a magazine.Olia's fingers trembled.

David was surprised that the creation of "Eyes" was related to him?But what Olivan said was too ambiguous.

"This guy is messing with people again." David put on a funny expression, "During that time, he was a little unhappy because of his creative work, so I went out with him to relax."

"Ah, that's right." Olia brushed her bangs, but her heart was still beating for Oliwen's expression at that moment.

Not long after, the stewardess came over with a cart.

Olivan ordered a glass of red wine.

Olia sighed and said, "Maybe it's because of frequent wine tasting that my tongue has become tricky. I really can't bear the acidity and texture of the red wine on the plane."

As if thinking of something, Olia half-jokingly said to David: "Or you can send 'Ruby' to the first-class cabin of the plane. I believe that many passengers will be willing to pay a high price to sit in the first-class cabin in order to taste 'Ruby' cabin."

"It's a good idea and worth considering."

"David, do you want to eat something? The cheesecake on this flight is not bad." Olia suggested.

David shook his head lightly, and just ordered a cup of black tea.

The long flight had taken away his appetite, and in fact he might have slept all the way to New York if Olia hadn't come over to chat with them.

But Olivan ordered a T-bone steak for him.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you must eat to supplement your nutrition." There was no order in Oliwen's voice, but it was hard to refuse.

After barely finishing the steak, David leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

Olia also realized that it was getting late, and returned to her position.

At noon the next day, they arrived in New York.

When David came to the villa, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

After a long circle, I still came back here.

"David—your boy still hasn't escaped from Olivier's palm!" Neo's first words when he opened the door were still so twitchy, "Let me give you a warm hug and heal your hurt wounds." Mind!"

"You parasite, why are you still staying here!" David fought back with words, not to be outdone.

Just when Neo was about to hug David, Oliwen behind him pushed the wheelchair, leaving him empty.

Olivan pushed the wheelchair to the door, and was about to bend down to hug David, who knew that the other party was so terrified that he almost fell off the wheelchair.

"No! No! I still have one leg to move! Neo! Help me up!"

It's weird to imagine myself being hugged by Oliwen.

Neo gloated over, winked at Olivan triumphantly, and carried David to the room on the second floor.

Then David stayed, his room was full of pink stuff.Pink bed curtains, pink bookshelves, and a lot of dolls and little girl's clothes piled up on the bed and haven't had time to pack them up.