Chapter 155 A Painting

Ideen struggled with an avondant personality, using avoidance as a coping mechanism in the face of emotional turmoil to alleviate her anxiety During moments of pain and discomfor she sought solace m solitude, finding prace with the tranquility of her heart or even relying on forgetfulness for relief

She also desired to confront her issues, but fear held her back Both the environment and the atmosphere surrounding her could trigger psychological unease

Thus, she preferred solitude. Even when Jasper attempted to approach her, coaxing her to step out of her comfort zone, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

In the Smith residence, aside from mealtimes, Eileen spent most of her time alone in her room, engrossed in her hobbies,

Whether it was drawing, studying, or listening to music, she enjoyed being alone and avoided. interacting with anyone.

In Primas Plaza, Quinton brought Eileen a cake from Bamboo Palace. “Take a break and have something to eat.”

Setting aside the golf club, Eileen took a few sips of water and accepted the cake from his hand. “Thank you.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit off all morning. Have something sweet. It might cheer you up a bit. Quinton suggested.

Eileen gave a slight smile. “How did you figure it out?”

Quinton picked up the thermal mug next to him and took a sip. “It’s not hard for me to tell when it comes to you. When bad things happen to some people, their emotions will show on their faces. Most of the time, they will vent their dissatisfaction through physical activities.”

“Perhaps I have been too stressed out by my studies and extracurricular classes lately that I don’t have time to myself to do what I enjoy doing,” Eileen explained.

Quinton crossed his left leg over his right, resting his folded hands on his knee, nodding in agreement. “Hmm, indeed. Stress can be rough. But don’t you find anything you’re doing enjoyable?”

Eileen thought for a while and said, “There’s nothing I particularly enjoy. My father never allows me to do anything I like.”

“Do you like drawing? I have a painting here, Would you like to take a look?”

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Etuinton lifted lax wrist to dik, his watch and realized the class was over. Come with t

Quinton guided her to his private other on the per floor, leading her into a rest area A pating, about three meters in length was concealed beneath a black cloth Quinton moved toward to unved the artwork saying. Don’t mad the mess in the room”

untouched, as if it hadn’t been phaboned

by the masterpiece before her. This this is Night of Stars by Ira Gogh? But I thought

stood as one of the ten most influential painters in the world. Throughout her lifetime, she created only five paintings, each possessing the ability to captivate the world. Despite her artistic brilliance, she never made public appearances,

come, she

she

no one was aware

friend gave this to me. I’m unsure if it’s genuine or a replica. Could you examine

of indescribable excitement and joy welled up in Eileen’s heart. “May I

Go

the world. Whether it was the colors or the imagery, it seemed as real as life itself, as if one could

work only once before; this was

hour later, she concluded that it was indeed

real deal.”

“Are you sure?”

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that’s how Is Quot sand with a soft laugh If your say it true then Thelieve you

།ར་ནོ་

you this painting must owe you his life (wherwise anyone who knows the value of this painting wouldn’t give it away so

I owe someone a favor.

re right”

it is a life-saving

that’s enough talking. Let’s go get something to eat. I haven’t been back for a while

“Okay,” Eileen replied.

She started learning at the age of thirteen and had been acquainted with him. for five years. Throughout this time, Quinton consistently maintained a comfortable. distance, never crossing any boundaries. Sometimes when she was in a bad mood, he would

to draw was actually something he

the elevator to the restaurant

spot.

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