Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
She walked closer, her eyes drawn to a rose delicately etched in the…
In the lower right corner, her personal mark was on every painting she completed. Fernanda blinked in surprise.
Just then, Cristian appeared in the dining room, balancing tableware in his hands.
“Where did you get the painting on the balcony?” she asked, her curiosity escaping before she could stop it.
“It was a gift,” he replied smoothly. “I’m not a fan of flashy décor, so my friends gave me a few landscapes. The larger ones are in the living room, and the smaller one ended up here. Why do you ask p>
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, feigning nonchalance. “I just thought it looked familiar, like something I’d seen before p>
Cristian’s brow arched, his curiosity piqued. “You know much about paintings p>
“Just a little,” she replied, her tone modest.
As they brought the food to the table, Fernanda couldn’t shake the thought—her painting hanging in his home felt oddly like fate.
“But with so many paintings around, why ask about that one?” Cristian probed. “Do you think it’s the best p>
Fernanda waved her hands, her cheeks warming. “No, no, the ones in your living room are far better p>
She couldn’t bring herself to sing the praises of her own work. The pieces in his living room were by renowned artists, each a masterpiece. Compared to them, her work was just a humble attempt, unworthy of the same praise.
When he heard her response, Cristian’s expression dimmed slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face.
“Actually,” he murmured, his voice subdued, “I favor the one on the balcony. It’s understated yet grand—clearly the work of someone untouched by worldly distractions. People like that are rare these days p>
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Fernanda’s lips curled into a faint smile, her thoughts swirling. Was that meant as a compliment?
“The friend who gave me that painting said the artist, whose personal mark is a rose, has never revealed their identity. They’ve sent pieces to countless exhibitions but have never shown up in person. It adds a certain mystique to their name p>
“Maybe they just prefer staying out of the spotlight,” Fernanda suggested, her tone light. “Everyone has their reasons. People who create landscapes likely find the chaos of the world exhausting.” She had always found solace in the quiet, avoiding the public eye simply because it felt like too much effort.
Her love for painting had blossomed in her youth, nurtured under the guidance of her mentor, Mr. Bernard.