Chapter 1233

Subsequently, Mrs. Lemmington, who was an art teacher, drew the scene of her husband at that time and titled it" Joy*.

The husband depicted in the painting was handing his wife a peeled sweet potato. He was all covered in sweat, yet joy emanated from his eyes. The lady before him was all he had eyes for.

Their love, depicted in that scene, was clear to all who saw the drawing.

That was the romantic ideal of an artist.

After that, they thought that their family would only become happier with the birth of their child. They didn't expect their child to be born with a birthmark that was positioned in such a way that surgery wasn’t recommended. No matter which method they tried, they were unable to make their daughter feel confident and bright with her birthmark.

Subsequently, she got acquainted with Enzo Jennings.

"After Enzo Jennings appeared, we haven't been happy ever since," Mrs. Lemmington said. There was agitation and sorrow in her eyes, as if she had thought of the demon himself. "He's the devil who destroyed our lives! I want him to go to hell one day! Mrs. Ful..."

was about to ask if footage from the surveillance camera

she saw

donned a suit. His suit was paired with a tailcoat, making him

eyes, fair skin, and voice felt so

handed her a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums that symbolized

familiar. Unfortunately, she couldn't pinpoint who he was. Perhaps he was

be impolite. As such, instead of asking Jim who he was, she placed the yellow chrysanthemums he presented her before Professor Lemmington’s tombstone, and had Jim bow

many people streamed in, and

to deal with matters concerning Enzo another time and instead focus on bidding her

herself busy, bringing guests to bid

drizzle, Jim walked toward

that his previous suit with the mandarin collar suited him better

currently wearing.

and exquisite features worked against that aura, making him a handsome yet bookish-looking young man. He looked as if he had walked out of a

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