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“But in the end, it’s just a worthless painting, so let it be destroyed.”
“No!” Marcel suddenly shouted at me, and his momentum gradually weakened under my
astonished gaze.
“It’s not… It’s not a worthless painting, it’s our first encounter that I painted stroke by stroke…”
I shrugged indifferently, “Well, if you say so, then it is.”
In Marcel’s incredulous gaze, I yawned and said, “I am tired, can you please let me take a break?”
I woke up a document to her.
and my mentor asked me to delive
When I hastily opened the door, I was startled by the black figure standing at the entrance.
I frowned and looked at him, “Marcel? Why are you still here?”
Marcel lowered his eyes and said, “The place where
yous
we were together is our home.”
“You didn’t want to be with me, so I’ll just follow you.”
Seeing that he was about to approach, I quickly pushed him away.
He couldn’t avoid it, and his elbow heavily hit the iron box behind him, instantly leaving a
bloodstain.
“Hiss–”
I frowned and glanced at the time, then impatiently turned around and handed him iodine, alcohol,
and gauze.
Marcel, ignoring his injury, joyfully spoke to me, “Alexa, I knew you still had feelings for me…”
“Overthinking,” I picked up the documents, “Don’t die at my doorstep.”
Seeing that he was still going to follow, I turned around and warned, “Don’t follow me anymore.”
After I had finished submitting the documents, my mentor called me over.
“Alexa, I haven’t had the chance before, but today, by chance, both of you are here, so it’s a good opportunity for us to get to know each other.”
“This is Isiah Yoder, one year younger than you, he is your junior.”
A person with curly hair wearing a white shirt revealed two small tiger teeth and smiled with
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curved eyebrows and eyes, saying, “Hello, sister.”
I nodded, “Hello.”
The mentor looked at us with satisfaction and said, “I only brought the two of you for this trip abroad, and I hope you take care of each other in private as well.”
“Teacher, don’t worry, I knew it,” Isiah blinked his eyes, “Sister, it’s getting late, let me take you
back.”
Not wanting to worry my mentor, I nodded.
Isiah was very talkative along the way and he educated me about the customs and traditions of foreign countries. However, when he dropped me off at my doorstep, he pointed at the cigarette butts on the ground and expressed concern, saying, “Sister, is it not very safe here?”
I felt like laughing a little, and I found it a bit strange when did Marcel start smoking.
Marcel never appeared in front of me again since that night.
And Isiah, being in the same group as me, our connection gradually increased.
I also gradually discovered that, apart from the compatibility in painting, Isiah and I also had a high overlap in our hobbies and interests.
My life also gradually became stable and regular. Just when Isiah was taking me home for the fifth time, I unexpectedly encountered someone at the doorstep of my house.
He looked at me and Isiah, and the blue rose in his hand fell to the ground.
“Alexa,” he trèmbled in his voice, “you…”
I thought for a moment and took my bag from Isiah’s hand. “You can go back first, thank you for today.”
Isiah looked at me and then looked at Marcel, and suddenly he laughed.
“Between you
and me, there is no need for words of thanks.”
I sighed as I looked at Marcel’s suddenly pale face and said, “Come in and tell me.”
I can’t remember the last time I was in the same room with Marcel.
But this time Marcel spoke particularly more.
“Alexa, I know I was wrong. After you left, Nyla took your ruined painting and smeared your
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painting skills everywhere, even posting it online to expose you. But I found out and forced her to clarify, so she withdrew from the internet.”
“I also made an effort to restore that painting, even though it could never return to its original state, but at least it left me with a memory.”
“I bought the restaurant you mentioned before that you really wanted to go to. We can go anytime
you want.”
“I have already placed the high–end jewelry and designer handbags in your room. When will you… come back?”
Actually, Marcel didn’t just say these things.
Marcel discovered that it was Nyla who destroyed my last painting and intended to expose it to the public, tarnishing my reputation. Filled with anger, he not only fired her but also reclaimed all the money he had spent on her during this time.
Not only that, he also forced Nyla to kneel down in front of my room, saying that if I didn’t come back that day, she would have to kneel here to atone.
Marcel didn’t allow Nyla to get up, nor did he allow her to eat properly. Every day, she had half–cooked rice. Later, Nyla’s legs became necrotic, her stomach also had problems, and she felt close to fainting.
Marcel then disdainfully threw her into a mental hospital.
Nyla did not fare well after going in. She could only survive on liquid food every day and was specifically singled out by Marcel to “take care of“.
Someone had seen her before she entered the mental hospital, and they said she looked withered,
like a dead person.
No one knew Nyla’s whereabouts since then.
Afterwards, Marcel started to go on a crazy shopping spree. He bought the restaurant that I had always wanted to go to, the newly released handbags and jewelry, and plenty of blue roses.
But…
I looked at Marcel and said, “Do you love me?”
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