"Second, cut off contact with the poor boy in the third class, and when we parted, I said to him, 'I don't like you.'"

"Got it?"

Shinya: "......"

She removed her glass, and softened her tone to the well-dressed gentleman across from her, "But you are bored and childish to do so, Mr. Hockley. ”

"Childish?" Carl sneered and raised an eyebrow, "It's okay if you don't want to, I'll paint a portrait instead." This can be done, right? ”

“…… Yes. ”

Although Xin Ye was surprised that he had suddenly become so talkative, he still agreed to this request. After all, it's always easier to draw a picture against your heart than to lose a friend.

She took a sip of red wine and pulled out a pencil that coiled her hair at the back of her head, and her waterfall blonde hair instantly fell softly, slightly curling and clinging to the waist outlined by her white shirt.

"Prepare a piece of paper for me, sir, after all, I don't have anything on me, do I? Also, don't blame me for not reminding you...... As a street artist who only paints landscapes, I can't guarantee that I will be satisfied. ”

Carl still sat there steadily, graceful and languid, with a casual smile that seemed to pay no attention to her reminders.

Two hours later.

Xin also sat alone in the empty living room, staring at a painting hanging on the wall, in a daze.

The painting is beautifully framed, and a circle of intricate gold patterns is concave and convex around the edge of the frame, which looks precious and ornate.

In the center is a handsome man wearing a suit and vest, with dark brown hair and deep eyes, unique gray-green eyes like deep pools, thin lips pursed, and a proud and cold expression.

She stayed here on the grounds that she wanted to rest with a sore hand.

Carl had already gone to the hall to attend the dinner, and before leaving, he did not forget to lock her in the room and tell a few black-clad bodyguards to guard the door, as if she would put on her wings and escape.

And before he left......

As soon as Xin also thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his head.

This man really didn't have that good intentions, and the purpose of painting was not pure. No sooner had she finished writing than she heard him order someone to frame the painting at once, and—

The door was opened.

Jack was pressed by two bodyguards and walked in, and when he saw that he was also here, he suddenly became anxious, and wanted to say hello and ask about the situation. Suddenly, he was interrupted by Carl's words.

"Hang up there," he said, pointing to the most prominent spot in the center of the room, "be careful." ”

Jack turned his gaze to the wall and was stunned at the sight of an Ophelia-esque realistic sketch.

How could Aoife paint like this?

Before he could think about it, the man in the room turned his head to look at him, showed a generous and decent smile, and said in a graceful voice:

"You see, this is my painting."

"You're familiar with the person who painted it, and it's your friend Ophelia."

Carl focused on the pronunciation of the word friend, pausing before looking intently at Shinya.

He stretched out his handsome face slightly, but his gentle smile and gaze concealed the slightest hint of danger.

"Aoife volunteered to stay with me and be my maid, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to see each other in the future. Now, let's say goodbye officially. ”

"Alright, I've seen you, Loew, send him back to third class."

"Oh, wait—"

He walked up to her side, pressed one hand on her shoulder, and his low-pitched voice slowly reached Jack's ears, clear and powerful:

"Aoife has one last word for you."

Xin also frowned tightly.

She remained vigilantly silent, not knowing what the hell Carl was trying to do.

Jack looked at them quizzically.