Silver's POV

I had framed my "exclusive" painting of Elliot on the wall in our bedroom right next to his model car collection. I smiled up at the painting, feeling satisfied with my hard work. Elliot walked into the room just then and froze when he saw it.

A bemused look crossed his face as he examined the picture and then his eyes found mine.

"You framed it?" He asked, noticing the golden frame I placed the portrait in.

I nodded.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

He thought about it for a moment, staring at the portrait intently before looking back at me. There was something in his expression that I couldn't quite read and for a moment, my stomach knotted.

Did he not like it?

Was he upset that I framed it and hung it up?

It's not like anyone would see this portrait besides us. Elliot doesn't like it when others are inside of our bedroom, including the maids.

painting as well?" He asked,

my brows at the

he bring up

told him, glancing up at him. "It was hidden in my closet at my father's house until recently. It was meant as

he saw that painting and was jealous? Would

He asked, narrowing his

admitted; I'm honestly

turning away from me

shirt and threw it

raised my brows while he got ready

jealous, are you?" I asked him, my

it; the big bad Alpha wolf was jealous over something so mediocre. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from chuckling

sternly, without looking at me. "I

my arms across my

turned to look at me,

to bed," he muttered, clearly not wanting to discuss this any

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