Jenna's POV

My lips parted as I blinked severally in shock- hold on; what does he mean? My gaze moved from the art pieces to him. A light scoff of perplexity escaped my lips

"What?"

"I said you can have them; I got them for you," he repeated. Slowly my surprise turned to anger, my brows creased deeply

"I don't want them," I said

"What? Why?" He chuckled in disbelief, pointing at them again. "These were the pieces you wanted right? I got them for you, you can have them"

"Why would you buy them for me?" My anger was beyond limits now and I could feel my vision gradually...