The lights in the villa turned on, and the room fell silent as the dim yellow light spilled onto the walls. A giant painting, one meter tall, caught Kelvin's attention as soon as he entered the room.
He stood there for a moment, staring intently at the painting with his deep-set eyes. Didn't he throw this away? How did it end up here?
Seeing Kelvin staring at the painting, Omari couldn't help but show off a little. He walked up to Kelvin and patted him on the shoulder.
This kind of greeting seemed more suitable for old friends meeting each other rather than between him and Kelvin. The latter looked disdainfully at Omari's hand on his shoulder without any trace of emotion on his face before taking a step back to avoid him.
But who was Mr. Lara? He was someone who could turn things around.
He still smiled lightly with one hand supporting his chin while admiringly looking at the painting on the wall.
"Isn't it beautiful? This is Cheyenne when she was in high school - just as cute and pretty as I imagined her to be. I bought this painting from an art gallery owner for only three hundred thousand dollars."
At these words, Cheyenne noticed there was now a large portrait hanging in the living room; it had been ignored by her since she was quite busy during daytime hours.
She couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly. Who would hang such a large portrait of themselves on their living room wall? That would seem so narcissistic!
It couldn't be denied that whoever painted it had done quite well; however, who painted it?
Why would he or she secretly paint her like this?
"Mr. Lara," Cheyenne said sarcastically, "you spent three hundred thousand dollars buying this? Why didn't you tell me earlier! For three hundred thousand dollars, I have plenty of photos that I can sell you!"
What a spendthrift! His eyes don't even blink when spending money!
"Cheyenne," Omari replied smoothly, "it's not like that... I gave you this painting because whenever you see it you'll think of me. Of course, if you're willing to give me your photos, then they'd be very precious too."
Omari's words left Cheyenne speechless; all she felt upon seeing this portrait again after all these years was mortified because it reminded her of when she had been seventeen years old and madly infatuated with Kelvin.
She used to deliberately wear what she thought were her best clothes around him while studying makeup.
She heard that he liked girls with long necks because they looked good wearing tassel earrings.
So, every night, she came back to practice her swan neck, got her ears pierced, and put on the long earrings that Benson had given her.
It happened to be her birthday that day.
She begged Kelvin to help her paint a picture, but he refused. The matter ended there. Now, the painting was like a slap in the face for her. As a school bully, she had such a stupid past. It was not worth it to become someone she was not for a man who didn't love her.
Omari thoughteverything he did was as romantic and boasted about it, "Don't you like this painting, Cheyenne?"
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne looked at the painting coldly and answered decisively without any emotion in her voice, "I don't like it. It's ugly. Take it away. When it's hung up here, it's like my funeral photo."
"If you don't like it, forget about it. Why curse yourself? You're really foolish," Omari said.
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