Before she could finish, Cole snatched the canvas and hurled it out the window. “I hate painting. And I hate people like you, with no sense of boun-
daries. Don’t ever come here again.”
Lily burst into tears. “You always say you hate painting, but I know, deep down, you love it. All your childhood photos show you sitting in the art
studio!”
“Cole Miller, how can you just give up like this? Are you doing justice to your younger self?”
“None of your damn business.” He was terrifyingly cold. With a few long strides, he stepped over the sofa and walked out. “If you show up again, I‘ m leaving.”
Lily was sobbing helplessly on the sofa, and I was just as helpless in the kitchen. To cook the scrambled eggs with shrimp or not? That was the question.
[Why do I feel like this is so shippable? When the heroine was crying just now, the male lead must have felt bad, that’s why he ran off.] [Right, right! And he probably realized Lily knows him better than he knows himself, so he’s probably feeling guilty right now.] [Girl, just kiss him! Forget painting, he’ll listen to anything you say!]
I stared at the comments, utterly speechless. Was there anyone normal left in this world?
www.w
www.
6
That evening, Lily left in tears. Cole returned, too, locking himself in his room, refusing to answer any knocks.
Www
wwwwwwww.
I had a bad feeling. “Cole Miller, open this door. Or I swear, I’ll plaster photos of your abs all over this gated community!”
The door finally creaked open. He held a palette knife in one hand, his other arm already covered in fresh cuts.
I was terrified, tears springing to my eyes. One moment later, and my five million dollar bonus would have gone up in smoke.
Seeing my tears, he managed a weak, wry smile. “Big sister, you’re such a menace.”
As I bandaged his arm, the blood just kept seeping through.
