Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

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!

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

editing her picture so

like how cross stitching used to be popular in the past. Before they began, they knew what they were going to stitch as the patterns

could a hand-drawn portrait look exactly like a

line, he wouldn't have noticed it! He would have genuinely thought that she

was just

side by side. Frederick realized that even the distance between his head and the frame was the same. She probably printed out a batch of pictures at one go! He scoffed. When he first

could he

felt that the bright and beautiful impression in his

out this way? Was she pretending to take advantage of

was utterly disappointed. The last ounce of beauty instantly dissipated. He felt that they were drifting further and further

and put the

time, he knew how to reply

there was

"Come in!"

Mr. Reynes went down to greet him, and they are

at the time, he

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 the secretary's office first! I'll give

"Yes, sir!"

clothes. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Have you arranged everything for Mr.

made

this evening. Then, I've also made

He will

tomorrow morning. The contract signing is

reception room no.