Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love novel Chapter 530

“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you call for me?”

“You were so focused on drawing that I didn’t want to interrupt your inspiration. Let’s go out and sit for a while, Mom. There’s something I want to tell you.”

Maisie nodded, followed Robert to the sofa, and sat. Robert talked about their schedule.

“I’m free tomorrow afternoon, Mom. Let’s go over to Wendy’s grave and visit her. She might be missing us already.”

“Tomorrow afternoon? That’s all right. I don’t have anything to do, other than draw and paint every day.”

“Have you been painting this silhouette all along?”

Robert asked curiously.

“How long have you been painting this piece?”

“Almost a month now. But I keep feeling like it’s incomplete, that a lot’s missing. So I draw a little bit of what I remember every day.”

Robert examined his mother’s expression as she replied. She didn’t seem too emotional. He probed on.

“Why would you draw something like this? Is there any meaning to it?”

He was a bit worried her memories would resurge. He didn’t want her to regain those painful memories. It was better to live like this, quietly and at piece.

“I keep dreaming about this figure that I want to record it. But after waking up from my dreams, I keep forgetting all the details. I feel like it’s an especially important figure, so I wanted to paint it, so one day, I won’t have to dream about it any longer.”

Maisie’s tone was mild, and she carried no obvious pain or sorrow.

Robert tried another angle.

“Then do you know who this silhouette is?”

“I don’t know who it is. I’m not too interested in knowing what the figure’s face is like, either. I just wanted to capture the feeling that the silhouette gave me. That seems to be what I’m most concerned over, but when I’m drawing it, I can’t recall the emotions or put them in the work.”

Seemed like his mother didn’t know it was Aidan. Robert didn’t tell her in the end.

Maisie had stayed in the room for a whole day without eating. Robert had her eat dinner before going back to his house.

Georgia was still busying herself before her computer.

The kids had already fallen asleep for a while. Robert looked over them quietly for a while, then went back to the bedroom to wash and bed down.

Georgia was still busy over the computer after he washed and put on his pajamas.

Robert walked over, trying to persuade her.

“It’s almost midnight. Hurry up and sleep. If there’s anything important, you can work on it tomorrow.”

Georgia, though, shook her head.

“No, I need to arrange this. I’m meeting Professor Lee tomorrow and we have a lot to talk about. So much that I don’t know where to start thinking about it. So I need to organize this data. I’m afraid I’ll miss something. I’ve got business in the morning and I don’t feel like there’s time. You go and sleep, don’t mind me.”

“Then can I talk with you about something? I’ll sleep after that.”

Georgia took a sip of coffee and looked dubiously at Robert.

“What is it? Your expression looks complicated after seeing your mother. What’s wrong?”

“I went to see Mom. Then I saw the painting she’d been working on all along. If I’m right about it, she’s painting a silhouette that’s my father’s back. My mother says she keeps dreaming about such a figure, so she wanted to draw it and draw the feeling of seeing that figure. I’m not a woman, and I’d like to ask you what you think my mother’s feeling right now. Has she really forgotten my father? She never seemed pained when she spoke to me about this. I don’t understand why she’s so hung up about the painting.”

Georgia set down her work and started thinking about Maisie and her relationship with Aidan.

“Your mother might be drawing the silhouette – which you say is your fathers – in a scene that’s clearly, very possibly, the moment your father left her. It’s most probably her most painful moment, which she’s never forgotten.