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?

realization suddenly appeared in his

verify his guess, so he took a

this series.

just like the first. It

room were clearly from

was the one Ziana had sought opinions on in

night light on the table emitted

lightning split the dark night, and torrential raindrops hit the glass, forming a

flow.

the bed were tightly embraced, with the woman’s hands and feet

down by the man.

was mostly hidden in the darkness, half of his features concealed, but the woman beside him gazed at him adoringly,

tightness in his

then and had covered Ziana’s

had on her face

him, with a hint of greed and cautious

to glow.

the painting, one could feel

Boris’ heart intensified, and he slowly walked towards the next

would have at least

be another warm and nostalgic scene, but to his

whole painting was gloomy, with a

man was half immersed in darkness, his back facing her, and the

fragments on the ground, and she picked up

a broken

was chaotic, but the brush strokes were decisive and

was the last painting in the “Renunciation”

the woman in the painting and the broken heart in her hand,

he not understand the meaning behind this

not understand the word

suppressed, and his

felt something was wrong and sat down in a nearby chair, taking two

looking at the exhibition, and now

his complexion was off and was extremely concerned, “Boris, what’s

-do

you

uncomfortable? What

her words and said, “Go get me a

to delay and said, “Okay, I’ll go right away.

was her chance to

were many journalists

gave her instructions, she

headache did not

his ears from

must take

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