His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret novel Chapter 3

JULIA

“Heather Elodi Maison?”

My head shot up as soon as I heard the familiar name.

“Here,” a soft voice said, sounding as elegant as ever. My eyebrows raised in surprise as I caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl.

Sarah and I were just talking about her a while ago!

My gaze lingered longer, and I found myself unable to look away.

“Pretty,” I muttered.

She still looked pretty as ever.

It seemed like the other students agreed as they started muttering to themselves about how pretty she was.

“Isn’t she a model?”

“Yeah! Her family’s very rich, too. They have a successful business.”

“What is she doing in art school?”

Heather remained composed through it all.

I remembered her, of course. She was the only girl that made me feel threatened when it came to Evan. She wasn’t pushy, but she was determined.

Aside from that, she came from a very reputable family—the Maison clan. Evan and her were a match made in heaven. Oftentimes, I would find myself getting jealous of the two of them—especially since their families were pretty close.

However, the last thing I heard was that Heather went to Paris to pursue an arts degree—similar to me. I felt relieved at that time. Yet, why was she here now?

“Oh, it seems like we have two returning students this year,” the professor, Sir Matthews—one of my mentors before I left art school, said.

I gulped as he focused his gaze on me. It was then that I felt everybody’s attention, too.

“Julia Johnson?”

I pursed my lips when I felt Heather’s gaze burning on the side of my face.

“Present,” I smiled.

Sir Matthews mirrored my smile. The old man was fond of me because I was one of his top students back then. “It’s good to have you back, Julia.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said.

With that, I focused my gaze on my lap. However, as I looked up, I saw none other than Heather looking at me.

My eyes widened slightly as she flashed a small smile. I mirrored her smile, not really knowing how to react.

I mean, I’m sure most people wouldn’t know how to react!

With that, I decided to focus on what Sir Matthews was saying—even if I already knew most of it.

“Well, that’s it for today,” Mr. Mathews said. “Your lessons will formally start tomorrow. However, before we part, I already have an assignment for you.”

The whole class groaned, causing Mr. Matthews to chuckle in amusement.

“Now, now. This won’t be a graded activity. This is just to see how you view art. So, a week from now, I want you to create a piece.”

The girl sitting beside me raised her hand. “What kind of piece, sir?”

“Anything,” Mr. Matthews said. “Now, I know it sounds pretty easy, but it’s actually harder if I don’t give you any prompts, right?”

“Just—create Art,” he vaguely said.

Somehow, that put the class in an even more bitter mood—including me. Here was Mr. Matthews once again with his riddles.

“Anyway, I won’t hold you for longer. You may now go.”