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At night, Silas still returned to the villa.
Since marrying him, Thea had always lived in the villa on the hillside.
She was an outstanding painter. At the age of ten, she was crowned as a young genius painter with a painting that transcended the mundane. Everyone thought her artistic attainments were extraordinary and that she would become a prominent figure in this field, which indeed came true.
However after marriage. Thea’s painting style changed and was no longer les hafa
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Thea’s teacher had tried to guide her wholeheartedly, but the effect was not significant. Later, Thea gave up painting and even resisted picking up a brush.
Silas walked into Thea’s studio.
When he saw the painting on the easel, he was stunned for a moment.
A few strokes, yet lifelike.
Mrs. Brown saw the light in the studio turn on and came over. Seeing Silas, she was slightly surprised: “Sir.”
Silas looked up: “When did MKieran paint this?”
Mrs. Brown replied: “The day you came back with Miss Jane.”
Silas nodded, his lips curving into a smile, but he couldn’t smile.
After leaving the studio, he returned to his and Thea’s room. He had told himself
countless times that he and Thea were just pretending to divorce.
As long as the storm passed, he would propose to Thea again and give her a grand wedding ceremony.
But somehow, his heart felt empty.
He treated all of Thea’s words today as nonsense spoken in anger.
This was Thea and his home, how could she not come back.
“Knock knock-” Suddenly, there was a knock on the master bedroom door. Silas, sitting
at the foot of the bed, looked up. It was Jane.
She was wearing thin clothes, her face slightly flushed, standing at the doorway, quietly looking at Silas.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Jane bit her lip: “I was afraid staying alone at the hotel, so I came to find you.”
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“Is it-” She lowered her eyes as she spoke: “Am I disturbing you?”
Silas’s brows furrowed slightly, but he still said: “It’s fine, it’s a bit late today.”
“I’ll ask Mrs. Brown to prepare a guest room for you. You can stay for the night.”
As he was about to call Mrs. Brown, Jane stepped into the room, her gentle eyes looking
t Silas.
“Silas, I don’t want to stay in the guest room,” she said softly.
“Is that okay?” she asked tentatively.
Silas’s brows furrowed deeper, his thin lips parting to refuse, but when he met her slightly reddened eyes, he softened.
