CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: PRECOGNITIVE DREAM

She didn’t linger on it for too long and turned to the first page. Each painting was exquisite, with colors and lighting used to the extreme.

The two of them had just settled on four paintings, and the next page happened to be a painting called "Miss You Forever."

The painting was simple, just a small handful of red beans, with a poem in the lower right corner—Exquisite dice hide red beans, love that cuts to the bone, do you know?

There was also her habitual small logo, resembling a blue and white porcelain vase.

After noting this detail, the waiter began to serve the dishes one by one.

She then closed the album for the time being.

Once the waiter left, Ivy said, "In this album, nine paintings were created six or seven years ago, including the one you just saw, ’Miss You Forever.’ These nine paintings are ones I was reluctant to exhibit."

Sienna Monroe nodded, "I understand."

Ivy looked at her and asked with a smile, "Director Monroe, are you and your husband very much in love?"

Sienna Monroe paused, "Hmm?"

"Last time at the opening ceremony, I noticed his eyes were full of you, staying by your side all the time. I thought then, he must love you very much."

Sienna Monroe smiled lightly, neither confirming nor denying, "Ivy, you have quite the insight. I didn’t expect you to notice even that."

So, that day, she wasn’t just there for the exhibition; she was mainly observing her?

Ivy was taken aback, then smiled, "It’s just that while viewing the exhibition, I noticed this detail. I’m quite envious of you, being able to be with someone you love."

Which implies she hasn’t been able to be with someone she loves.

Sienna Monroe curved her eyebrows slightly, took a sip of tea, and didn’t continue with the topic.

The restaurant not only had a great ambiance, but the presentation of each dish was also high, and the taste was quite good.

The two of them discussed the selection of paintings for the exhibition while eating. After finishing, they didn’t rush to leave but finalized the rest of the paintings.

They chose a total of 34 paintings, with "Whale Fall Island" and "Mountain Sleep" being the main and secondary paintings, but they were not for sale to the public.

Regarding the price of the paintings, Sienna Monroe briefly mentioned that the art museum would take a twenty percent commission on each painting, to which Ivy had no objections.

The two of them enjoyed a pot of jasmine tea, while outside the window, the gray sky suddenly began to snow, like countless cottons, wrapping into this soft and quiet winter day.

The light in Ivy’s eyes dimmed, and she gently murmured, "It’s snowing."

Sienna Monroe’s gaze also fell outside the window.

This winter in the Imperial City seemed warmer than usual, not particularly cold, and it hadn’t snowed much, always snowing for a few days off and on before stopping.

There was quite a lot of rain.

She looked at the woman across the table, "Miss Ivy, do you like snow?"

Hearing this, Ivy shook her head, seemingly lost in some melancholy memory, unable to break free for the moment.

"Don’t like it."

The snow in the Imperial City is dull and monotonous.

She doesn’t like it at all.

Sienna Monroe’s action of sipping tea paused momentarily, a shallow smile floated in her eyes, "Then why did you choose to come back at this time? Why not wait until spring in the Imperial City to come back?"

Ivy retracted her gaze from the snow outside the window, met her eyes again, and gave a gentle laugh.

"Many things are beyond our control, I was also afraid returning late would cause me to miss the opportunity to collaborate with Serena Art Museum."

After replying, she suddenly asked an out-of-the-blue question, "Director Monroe, do you believe in dreams?"

Dreams?

Sienna Monroe’s heart suddenly stopped.

In her mind, those two strange and immersive dreams emerged.

She didn’t show any abnormality on her face and casually asked, "What kind of dream?"

"Premonition dreams."

Ivy’s expression remained unchanged, her voice light and ethereal, her tone full of ups and downs, making the truth and falsehood hard to discern.

"I had a dream, telling me to seize the opportunity to collaborate with Serena Art Museum, that it would greatly benefit my future. So, Director Monroe, I trust you a lot."

Premonition dreams?

This answer was indeed unexpected for Sienna Monroe.

She furrowed her brows slightly, could Ivy really have premonition dreams?

Just because of a premonition dream that said it would help her future?

Then where does the threat to her come from?

Sienna Monroe suppressed the myriad thoughts in her mind and smiled, "It is often said that the end of science is metaphysics, dreams... cannot really be explained."

If Ivy could really have premonition dreams, then why tell her?