�Let�s chat!� With a crispy red apple in her hand, she wrapped herself in a blanket, looking carefree.

The man sat upright and looked at her up and down. �Your fever�s gone?�

�Yup!�

�Your cold�s gone too?�

�Yup!�

Renee bit into the apple and said smugly, �I told you, I have a good constitution. For a little cold like that, I�d be fine after a good night�s sleep.�

�You wouldn�t have recovered so quickly if not for Margaret�s medicine.�

�Actually, the most effective medicine was your piano��

Renee couldn�t help but reminisce, �I didn�t expect you to be that good at playing the piano. It cured the insomnia which has been bothering me for a long time.

Because I slept really well, I recovered quickly.�

His lips curled into a smile. �There are still many sides of me you have yet to discover, but we have plenty of time.�

Renee stared at the man. She had a strange feeling. Although they were not that close, it felt so natural to chat and gaze at the moon together, as if they were two old friends who had known each other for a longtime.

�Who are you? Do I� know you?� Renee could not help asking.

Mr. Q did not answer. Instead, he asked, �Who am I? Is that important? Have you developed any special feelings for me?�

�Nope!�

Renee got goosebumps. She explained, �I just feel very relaxed when I�m with you, like you�re an old friend. You�re different from what I�ve heard.�

�Since it�s not important, there�s no need to delve deeper into it. Strictly speaking, you and I are just a buyer and a seller. You give me the island, I give you the money. That�s it.�

�That�s true.� Renee nodded.

She must not have been thinking right. All he did was persuade her to take the medicine and play music for her, and that was enough to make her think that he was a kind person and lower her guard. She was simply too naive!

Renee took a deep breath and secretly raised the wall around her heart a little higher. She asked Mr. Q, �What do you think of the island? When can we sign the contract, and more specifically, when can you transfer the money?� JrNovels.com