Chapter 6
That night, Gregory returned to the villa.
Since their marriage, Katherine had always lived in the villa halfway up the mountain.
She was an outstanding artist. At the age of ten, her extraordinary landscape oil painting earned her the title of a young prodigy, and everyone believed she would become a leader in the art world. In fact, she did.
However, after marriage, Katherine’s style changed and was never the same again.
Her teacher tried to guide her but had little effect. Eventually, Katherine gave up painting, even
Gregory walked into Katherine’s studio.
When he saw the landscape painting on the easel, he froze for a moment.
A few simple strokes, yet it was vivid and lifelike.
ver
resisting picking up a brush.
The maid, Joan Cross, noticing the light in the studio, came over and was surprised when she saw Gregory. “Mr. Chapman.”
Gregory looked up. “When did Mrs. Chapman paint this?”
The maid, Joan, answered, “The day you came back with Ms. Palmer.”
Gregory nodded and tried to smile, but it wouldn’t come.
He left the studio and went to the room he had shared with Katherine. Despite telling himself countless times that he and Katherine were only pretending to be divorced, he kept reminding himself that once the storm passed, he would propose to her again, giving her the grand wedding she deserved.
But somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong.
His heart always felt empty.
Today, he took Katherine’s words as nothing more than the nonsense she spoke when angry.
He wondered how Jymara had their home and how she could not come back.
The door to the master bedroom was suddenly knocked on. Gregory, sitting at the end of the bed, looked up to see Alice.
She was dressed in a thin outfit, her face slightly flushed, standing at the door, silently watching Gregory.
“What are you doing here?”
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Alice bit her lip. “I was scared of being alone at the hotel, so I came to find you.
“Is it…?”
She looked down as she spoke, “Did I… disturb you?”
Gregory furrowed his brows slightly but still said, “It’s fine. It’s just a little late.
“I’ll have Joan prepare a guest room for you. You can stay there for now.”
As he was about to call Joan, Alice stepped forward, entering the room, her soft, tender eyes fixed on Gregory.
“Gregory, I don’t want to stay in the guest room.
“Is that okay?” she asked softly, her voice tentative.
Gregory’s brows furrowed deeper. He opened his mouth to refuse, but when he met her slightly reddened eyes, his resolve softened.
