When she returned to the room, she found lan still struggling to put on his shoes.
His slippers were right next to him, yet he just couldn’t seem to get them on. Eventually, he put them on backward and was heading for the bathroom, intending to join her for a bath.
Maja quickly restrained his wrist, securing the other end of the cuff to the bedpost.
“You rest here. I’ll be out after my shower.”
lan sat back down on the bed, his eyes lighting up momentarily at the sight of the cuff on his wrist.
“Maja, I like this game.”
She cursed him secretly, immediately grabbing her clothes to go shower.
Now she didn’t have to worry about the intoxicated lap wandering around the room and getting hurt.
After a quick shower, she picked up a hairdryer to dry her hair.
lan sat at the head of the bed, his gaze fixed on her unblinkingly.
After drying her hair, Maja walked over to uncuff him!
The moment the cuff was released, he rolled over and pinned her down, hurriedly trying to undo her buttons.
But he was too drunk tonight, and couldn’t manage it.
Maja caught his hands, cooing a few times, “Sleep now, you’re tired.”
lan immediately complied, rolling off her and pulling her into his embrace. He fell asleep within a minute.
He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, mostly suffering from insomnia, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Maja couldn’t sleep. She checked her phone, viewing the public opinion online. She finally relaxed when she was sure the company was back to normal.
As she listened to his soft breathing, Fitch’s words echoed in her mind.
All he wanted was your attitude.
Even if it was not sincere, he would believe it.
She turned over, her gaze carefully tracing the face before her.
lan’s eyelashes were down, losing much of their sharpness in sleep.
As Maja watched, her heart softened.
The next morning, she got up and first dealt with a few emails on her laptop, then ordered the chef downstairs to prepare a stomach–warming soup for
She went to the studio to paint and found that all the paint had already been prepared.
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From paper, canvas, to brushes, everything was available.
She even saw the painting of lan she had made at RosenGarden.
She had left the painting at RosenGarden and had almost forgotten about it.
Now it was neatly framed and placed in the most conspicuous spot in the studio.
Suddenly, she understood what Fitch meant.
lan’s actions were always more touching than his words.
When lan woke up, he felt a headache. His nose picked up the unique scent of Maja.
He turned to look, but she wasn’t there.
His gaze flickered. He got up, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.
But when he reached for the toothpaste, he noticed an extra toothbrush.
He recognized it was Maja’s.
He paused, his breath quickening.
His mind was a mess, unable to remember what had happened last night.
Did he, in his drunken stupor, steal Maja’s toothbrush from Rosewood Manor?
Coming out of the bathroom, he saw a laptop and a cellphone on the bedside table. It was Maja’s phone
His eyelashes quivered. He pushed the door open and headed to his study. She wasn’t there.
He made a round in the living room downstars, but still no sight of her.
Not until he reached the studio and saw her painting in the morning light
Her hair had grown a bit longer, a little past her shoulders. Her hair was loose, and she was in her pajamas.
The sunlight was so beautiful. He thought he was hallucinating.
His “hallucination” spoke at this moment.
“Close the door.”
He turned around and closed the door. Looking at his obedient hand, he felt like chopping it off.
He was supposed to be mad, after all.