Frederick suddenly thought about the painting that Alicia told him to hang up so that he could admire it. Her words kept ringing in his head as he tried to understand the hidden meaning behind it.

Could that be what she meant?

This smart woman obviously knew something, yet she wanted him to find out on his own. Was she afraid that if she said it, he would not believe her and think that she was narrow-minded? Once again, Frederick admired her even more.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes unconsciously fell on the painting. However, after staring at it for a long time, he could not see anything other than how similar this painting was to the others. Then, he ran into the lounge and opened the painting he left in the corner. He compared the two paintings and suddenly realized that his eyes in the painting Danica sent were slowly turning blue in each painting. When he placed the painting side by side, the blue became more obvious!

When they were together, his eyes were black. However, now in the paintings, his eyes were getting more blue each time. What was she trying to say? Was it because he was indifferent and heartless? Was it because he did not respond to her paintings? The color of his eyes would only continue to get bluer in every painting!

Could it be that she would not give up until his eyes turned completely blue?

If she continued on painting like this, wouldn't she have to paint for decades? As of this point, his eyes in the paintings were more black than blue!

He wasn't sure whether he was correct, but he subconsciously shifted his attention to the painting Alicia mentioned. However, he still could not see anything.

He gently rubbed his eyes and was a little puzzled, "What was it? What did she see that he couldn't?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt intrigued! There was no hurry. He did not believe that he could not be compared to a woman! Just as he was about to wrap the painting up, something caught his eye. A black line suddenly came into sight.

What was it?

He tilted his head at the painting, but that line was not the only line. Frederick subconsciously reached out and gently scratched the painting. When he removed his hand, the curved black lines were still there. In the end, he quickly found a tool and took out the painting from its frame. He could not pretend to ignore those lines that were on it!

Something strange was going on here!

These pictures were very realistic. They must have been computer-generated! Perhaps, she printed out the outline of the picture and painted along it. No wonder she was able to paint these pictures so quickly and made them seem so realistic. It was printed!

knew the biggest challenge as a painter was to seek inspiration. However, once inspired,

editing her picture so frequently these

knew what they were going to stitch as the patterns were given beforehand. There was no need for extra thought. Even if a person did not know how to cross-stitch, one

was, how could a hand-drawn portrait look exactly like a

wasn't because she forgot to paint over that line, he wouldn't have noticed it! He would have genuinely thought that she had him engraved

was just

paintings were placed side by side. Frederick realized that even the distance between his head and the frame was the same. She probably printed out

he be

small, Frederick suddenly felt that the bright and beautiful impression in his heart collapsed

she turn out this way? Was she pretending to take advantage of me?" Frederick thought to

instantly dissipated. He felt that

put the painting back in

knew how to reply

seat when there was a knock

"Come in!"

from the Yoker Training Group is here. Mr. Reynes went down to greet him, and they

looking at the time,

rest of the paintings and place them in the box. I do not want any paintings to be damaged or left out! Once you've finished packing, keep the box at

"Yes, sir!"

he thought of something and asked, "Have you arranged everything for

made dinner

International Hotel this evening. Then, I've also made

else. He

Nolan to visit the site tomorrow morning.

reception room no.

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