NovelEnglishChapter 589
| thought about it for a second, then strolled over to the bookshelf, grabbed a random book, and flopped down
into the lounge chair to read. | stayed there for what felt like forever, lost in the quiet, until Lizzy calleddown
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"You're even prettier in person than in the paintings," Lizzy said, just as | was about to take a bite of my food. |
froze, fork mid air, totally caught off guard. "Paintings? What paintings?"
She smiled. "Mr. Johnston's paintings. All of them are of you. They're in the stuupstairs."
Wait What?
When | went up to the terrace earlier, I'd passed the second floor, but | hadn't bothered checking any rooms |
had no idea there was even a stuup there, And the craziest part? Wayne points? I'd never known that.
We grew up together before he went abroad, and as far as | knew, art was not his thing. Did he pick up painting
in the last few years? And he's been painting... me?
| glanced over at Lizzy, busy in the kitchen. She had to be messing with me, right? | mean-maybe she couldn't
tell us apart, like how sometimes | struggle with distinguishing sfaces.
But then again, the curiosity hitlike a wave. So, | put my fork down, barely touched my food, and decided to
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| had no clue which room was the studio, so | just started opening doors, one by one.
Wayne's bedroom. A study. A workout room. A walk-in closet... Finally, | found a door that was locked with a
keypad.
This had to be the studio.
It's only natural to be curious, especially when it might have something to do with you.
Lizzy's words gotthinking. | had to see these paintings for myself, but | didn't have the code to get in. | tried
Wayne's birthday first. Wrong.
Okay, if it wasn't his birthday... then what could it be?
| racked my brain, but honestly, | didn't know Wayne that well. Back when we were close, he was always so
quiet, and | was way too caught up in Jace to pay him much attention.
Then Wayne went abroad, and we barely kept in touch. | really didn't know anything about him anymore
Then it hit me-what Lizzy said about the stubeing full of paintings of me. Could the code be my birthday?
| typed it in and, after a beat, the door unlocked with a soft beep.
But instead of the usual thrill of cracking the code, a weird tightness gripped my chest.
Okay, that was unexpected. Wayne's feelings forclearly ran a lot deeper than I'd realized.
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