The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee novel Chapter 242

The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 242 Ziana Had No Place In Boris’ Heart

Memories of the past surged like waves.

“Why are your ears turning red? Are you shy?”

“I’ve learned how to sh*ve online, don’t worry! If I accidentally hurt you, just let me know!”

“Why can’t you look at me? You must be afraid to fall in love with me because I’m too good-looking!”

“Hey, guess what I found? Honey, the mole on your ear is so cute!”

Ziana reached out and lightly poked it with her finger.

Her cool fingertip landed on Boris’ burning hot ear, causing an inexplicable feeling of comfort and

excitement.

Boris had never experienced such feelings before and, in a panic, he pushed Ziana’s hand away and scolded her, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing… just touching it.”

“Don’t touch it!”

“What’s wrong with touching it? You’re my husband, can’t I touch you?”

“If you keep acting up, I’ll sew your mouth shut!”

“Go ahead and sew it! Sew it!”

Ziana provocatively raised her chin.

He didn’t know why, but he felt extremely uneasy.

This feeling made him restless with nowhere to vent, so he could only blame the perpetrator.

Boris sn*tched the razor from Ziana’s hand, pulled Ziana off the sink, shoved her outside, and

locked the door.

These trivial details came rushing back to Boris, and he could even recall their exact conversation.

Boris pursed his lips as his breathing became labored.

He refocused his attention on the painting, staring at it in silence.

Sure enough, there was a small mole.

His heart trembled uncontrollably.

The familiar scene, the familiar mole, and now even the silhouette of the man in the painting

seemed somewhat familiar.

Zlana… was she Not-So-Ordinary?

This realization suddenly appeared in his mind without warning.

Boris was eager to verify his guess, so he took a few steps forward and came to the second work in

this series.

The second painting was just like the first. It was soft and calm with a touch of romance.

The furnishings in the room were clearly from a villa in Serenity Cove.

The bedsheet was the one Ziana had sought opinions on in WhatsApp.

A cat-shaped night light on the table emitted a soft warm glow.

Outside, lightning split the dark night, and torrential raindrops hit the glass, forming a river-like

flow.

The two on the bed were tightly embraced, with the woman’s hands and feet intertwined and held

down by the man.

The man’s face was mostly hidden in the darkness, half of his features concealed, but the woman beside him gazed at him adoringly, her face upturned.

Boris felt a tightness in his chest.

He had noticed Ziana looking at him back then and had covered Ziana’s eyes with his hand.

This was the expression Ziana had on her face at that time.

Ziana was enamored with him, with a hint of greed and cautious delight. Ziana’s dark eyes seemed

to glow.

Even from the painting, one could feel Ziana’s love for him.

The bitterness in Boris’ heart intensified, and he slowly walked towards the next painting.

Usually, a series of paintings would have at least six pieces.

He thought the third one would be another warm and nostalgic scene, but to his surprise, the style suddenly turned sharp and dark.

The whole painting was gloomy, with a black background.

The man was half immersed in darkness, his back facing her, and the woman behind him kneeling on the ground.

There was a large pile of various red fragments on the ground, and she picked up a portion to form