Chapter 115 Overtime
She finally had a chance to get close to her idol.
When Angel arrived at the spot, Demi was already sketching.
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She crept in quietly. Demi didn’t turn around, so Angel saw the pencil move across the paper in soft, fluid strokes. A lonely, hollow image gradually took shape.
It showed a mother holding her baby in the dark, feeding them.
Demi didn’t seem to notice anyone was behind her. Her hand moved as if something divine was guiding it.
She sketched a bed and a small lamp with just a few quick lines. No color yet, but the shading alone made it feel like two separate worlds-one dim, one lit.
“Midnight…”
Angel whispered without thinking.
She already knew Demi’s group was getting ready for the international competition.
The moment she saw that sketch, the contest’s theme hi her.
Demi stopped. That one word snapped her out of her trance.
Her eyes were glossy. She kept her hand frozen mid-air for several long seconds, then finally lowered her pencil.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Angel’s heart jumped. She hadn’t meant to ruin anything.
It just slipped out.
“Get back to your desk.” Demi’s voice was cool.
“Yes.” Angel still wanted to explain, but Demi hated long explanations. So she just turned around and headed. to her station.
She was about to lose it. She’d pissed off her idol again. She’d wrecked her focus.
Tears threatened to spill.
She couldn’t stand herself.
The layout here was nothing like the one at Snow Group
At One Studio, the desks only took up a small corner. The rest of the space was covered with easels. Paint racks lined every inch of the wall.
Silence filled the room again.
Demi stared at the sketch. Her eyes were empty. The mother’s figure on the page held the baby close.
But she wasn’t seeing the sketch anymore. Her mind drifted back to six years ago. She could see herself
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pacing the floor at 2 a.m., rocking Orion in her arms. Back then, he’d cry the second she set him down.
She’d fired two or three nannies in a row. None of them felt right. She couldn’t trust them.
Orion only calmed down for her. The nannies tried, bu it took forever to soothe him. He’d scream until his throat went raw.
Demi couldn’t bear it. After her recovery, she took over completely.
Nevin kept getting woken up by Orion’s crying. One night, he even said they should send Orion back to his family’s estate and let his mother handle it.
Demi couldn’t let that happen. Every night, she’d carry Drion into a different room to nurse him.
Her schedule was destroyed. Her head was constantly spinning. She got up two or three times every night. Orion teethed early. Nursing hurt so bad she bit her tongue just to stay quiet.
She did it anyway. She fed him while holding back tears No one helped her.
She lost count of how many times she stared up at the stars. And after Orion fell asleep, she’d only catch a few minutes of rest before she had to get up again and lay out Nevin’s clothes for work.
If midnight meant anything to Demi at all…
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