Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 736: Chapter 736: Is Caleb Mamet the Cold Night?

“”Actually, these are Caleb’s paintings. Is there any possibility that Caleb is…the painter my grandpa admired?” Xaviera Evans asked tentatively.

“Impossible!” Xavier Hamer said without hesitation: “Xaviera, think about it, my grandpa painted for twenty years before suddenly falling for that painter. So that painter must have been painting longer than my grandpa. Caleb is only twenty-six years old. How could it be possible?”

Upon thinking, Xaviera found that it made sense; the painter her grandpa admired should be a middle-aged man around forty to fifty years old or even an elder of grandpa’s age.

Xavier continued, “Even if Caleb is very skilled in painting, there is absolutely no way he could be the painter grandpa admired. Besides, I investigated years ago, and it seems that painter is no longer among the living.”

Xaviera nodded thoughtfully, “That being said, it is indeed impossible. Caleb is still very much alive.”

At that moment, footsteps sounded at the entrance. Xaviera turned around and glanced up; the man was still wearing his coat, as if he had just entered the villa’s front gate and went straight to the painting room to look for his delicate wife.

Xaviera couldn’t help but ask, “Caleb, did you paint all these yourself? Who did you learn from? I think your painting style is very similar to that of a certain painter. However, he never publicly sold his work. Is he your teacher? I think his name is Cold Night.”

Upon hearing the name, a faint smile crossed Caleb’s eyes. Unable to hold back, he asked softly, “Do you also like his paintings?”

Without any hesitation, Xaviera answered: “Yes, I do! Unfortunately, he’s too low-key and there are a few works. I’ve only seen a few.”

She genuinely admired the painter from the bottom of her heart; each of his works was so perfect and impeccable that even her grandpa couldn’t stop praising them.

“In fact, your painting style and Cold Night’s are very similar. I almost thought you were Cold Night!” Xaviera exclaimed with a smile.

Caleb picked up his paintbrush and began sketching on the canvas with professional posture, asking nonchalantly, “How are you so sure I am not Cold Night?”

Is it possible that he had few works not because of a lack of inspiration, but because he simply didn’t need the money, and just loved painting?

Why couldn’t he be Cold Night?

Xaviera raised her head in shock: “Are you Cold Night? Impossible! Cold Night should be at least in his forties or no longer alive, but you…”

A slight twitch appeared at the corners of Caleb’s mouth, and the smile on his face grew rigid.

Xaviera repeated what Xavier had told her over the phone earlier, “My grandpa painted for over twenty years; he admired a painter who surely had been painting even longer. Indeed, Cold Night’s rise to fame in the art world started around ten years ago, but he must have practiced for many years before that to become so incredibly talented. Therefore…”

“Moreover, three years ago, after Cold Night left his last painting, he disappeared. Many people suspected he has passed away. Even if he were still alive, he probably wouldn’t want to take on any apprentices. Otherwise, I would’ve wanted to seek apprenticeship with him!”

Seeking apprenticeship?

Upon hearing the last two words, a faint smile formed on the corner of Caleb’s mouth. He then picked up his paintbrush and began painting with a flourish.

As Xaviera gazed at the outlines and lines on the canvas, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Caleb, your painting style is so much like Cold Night’s!”

Enchanted, she watched Caleb paint, and when his last stroke fell, Xaviera suddenly remembered something, “Tracy Swift sent an invitation. She said that Lester Bank wants to take her on as an apprentice, and invited you to the apprenticeship banquet.”

“Not going,” Caleb said, declining indifferently.

Not surprisingly, Caleb had no interest in such matters, and he certainly wouldn’t attend Tracy’s apprenticeship banquet.

However, the next day after work, Xaviera ran into someone from the Swift family.

“Mrs. Mamet, please forgive my intrusion. I am here at Miss Swift’s behest to invite you as a guest. She said there was a misunderstanding between you, and she hopes to apologize face-to-face.”

Xaviera glanced at the person in front of her, realizing that Tracy had ill intentions. She was about to leave, but the assistant suddenly blocked her way.

“Please don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Our Miss Swift has already booked a table at Elefelli Restaurant, and we hope you will honor us with your presence. Please give our young lady an opportunity to apologize.”

Elefelli Restaurant?

Xaviera sneered: “It seems Miss Swift is quite sincere!”

She strode past the assistant and got into the Swift family’s car.

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