Kiya also couldn't care less about the auction and ran out after her.
He meant to please her, but instead, Kiya found that he had messed things up again. This made Kiya very frustrated.
"Paige, wait for me."
Kiya had a smooth life, always surrounded by admiration, never had he faced such defeat.
What exactly does he have to do to make this woman happy?
"Paige!" Kiya caught up with her, grabbing her hand to stop her from leaving, "Don't go."
"What do you want now? I've already said it, I can't appraise antique porcelain. If you're worried about buying a fake, you'd better find someone who knows better to help you."
"I thought you liked it." Kiya said forlornly.
Paige, annoyed with him, shook off his hand and said, "Stop saying 'you thought, you thought', okay?"
"Fine. Since you don't like it, let's leave then."
Kiya grabbed her hand again, and Gavin, seeing them come out early, drove the car over.
"Sultan, are we heading back now?"
