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He fled from Tania’s house in a sorry state.
The scraps of paper in his pocket were like a hot potato, making him uneasy even through his clothes.
He poured the paper scraps onto the table, but only dared to make eye. contact from a distance, not daring to reach out and touch.
Her pale face was devoid of any color.
Until night fell, he slowly raised his hands that had long been numb.
Carefully pieced together.
The hot tears in his eyes accidentally wet the paper, and Peter hurriedly wiped them away with his hand.
The next second, more and more tears fell.
The whole piece of paper was almost soaked,
Peter could no longer contain his emotions and broke down in tears.
On the snow–white paper were the crooked words written by Josephine.
“Peter, you promised me five things, but none of them were done to my satisfaction. As punishment, not divorce, but widowhood! How about that? Are you going to scold me again? Unfortunately, you can only come to my grave with a basket of flowers to scold me. If I could choose again, I wouldn’t want to go through this kind of life again…”
“However, fortunately, I took a step ahead of you. In the next life, I
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definitely won’t encounter a jerk like you!”
Peter hasn’t been out of the house for seven days.
After that day, Tania showed up at his door, looking at him with a tired. face, and with a smile in the corner of her eye, she handed him a bunch of keys.
“Go take a look, maybe you can sufler even more?”
Peter knew she was doing it on purpose and he also saw the malice in her
eyes.
But he still reached out and took the bunch of keys.
He arrived at Josephine’s “secret base” following the address given by
Tania.
As he pushed open the door, everything in front of him made him freeze. in place.
In the room, paintings of all sizes, without exception, were all his.
In the far corner of the studio, there was a photo of Peter and Josephine taken secretly by her at home while he was blind.
But she didn’t even dare to let these photos appear in front of him.
My feet felt like they were carrying a thousand pounds, and my heart ached as if it were being climbed and bitten by thousands of ants.
But on his face, there was only confusion and bewilderment.
He trembled with both hands and picked up those photos.
The big hand fell on Josephine’s cheek, rubbing it repeatedly.
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His breathing became increasingly rapid, as if his lungs were about to explode.
What should we do?
He seemed to have fallen in love with Josephine.
But he could never let her know again…
The floor was littered with overturned wine bottles, but Josephine’s paintings were carefully stacked to the side.
His hair covered his eyes, and the stubble on his chin made him look disheveled.
He went to the kitchen to get some wine, only to find that he had already drunk it all.
He stumbled back into the living room and rummaged around to find his phone to call his assistant to deliver the wine.
The doorbell rang quickly, and he thought his assistant was coming with a bottle of wine.
He quickly got up and opened the door.
The next second, however, I was suddenly bumped into by a woman who tightly hugged my waist.
“Peter, why didn’t you answer my calls? You didn’t reply to my messages, you didn’t open the door when I knocked. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore!”
Camila hid in his arms, crying in grievance.
Not long after, the smell of alcohol and smoke on Peter’s body made him.
lift his head.
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Seeing Peter still with a cold face, she suppressed the doubts in her heart and reached out to touch his sickly check with a face full of tenderness.
“Peter, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Shall I take you to see a doctor?”
She said and then went to get Peter’s coat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the picture frames stacked on the sofa.
Her footsteps suddenly stopped there, her eyes filled with surprise.
“Ms. J?”
“Yes! That’s her work!”
She ran over excitedly and picked up the picture frame to take a closer look.
When she saw that all the figures in the painting were Peter, she suddenly widened her eyes.
“Peter, do you know Ms. J? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I got it! It must be the thing I told you last time, you remembered it and that’s how you helped me find her, right? Peter, you are so good to me! I love you so much!”
“If she can still paint for you, then it proves she is not dead, I just know it! She must have wanted to retire, that’s why she chose to say she’s dead! Peter, I want to see her, please take me to her!”
