CHAPTER 82 - In Denial

　　“Lying? I am not lying. I just don’t see the need why he has to know you are here,” I answer which I strongly believe is the truth.? 　　But that smile of his never disappears from his lips, he even mocks, “So, he didn’t know that we met yesterday, huh?” 　　“Like I said, it doesn’t matter. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of things I need to tend to,” I roll my eyes at him and coldly ignore him.? 　　But he never backs down, “Well, Miss Anderson, I believe your task is to accompany so I can pick a painting for my restaurant here in France.” 　　In my mind, “He has a restaurant here?” 　　I look at him and smile fakely, “Mister Sullivan, you can roam around the area and then let me know what you want to buy,” and I go back to what I’m doing. 　　He clears his throat and his face becomes serious, “Miss Anderson, you are a curator here aren’t you?” 　　I look up, well, I wouldn’t be surprised if he knows where I live at this point, “Yes, I am,” I answer straightforwardly.? 　　“Then, it i