Carrie learned how to put on a front, shutting herself in the studio once she got home and focusing on painting without revealing any emotion.

Yasmin did not notice her unusual behavior.

If she had to say there was anything different with Carrie, it was her paintings. The colors grew darker and heavier, and Yasmin found it harder to understand. Carrie heard that Ryan returned to the Hoffman residence to meet Logan, which made her uneasy. She waited for him to come home while painting in her studio. She waited a long time, but he did not return. Eventually, she was so exhausted that she could not hold on, falling asleep among the piles of paint.

It was early in the morning when Ryan hurried back.

Seeing his beloved fiancee sleeping on the table, the colorful paint smearing her face and body like a cat, he could not help but smile fondly.

"Mr. Hoffman, why are you so late? Young Madam has been waiting for a long time."

Yasmin asked worriedly, "Did the conversation about your engagement go well with Old Master Logan?"

"Grandpa has agreed to let me handle it myself." Ryan stood at the door, staring deeply at the sleeping girl with affectionate eyes.

Yasmin was excited. "Really?!"

Atelier in Hatchbay. I heard they have some good materials and fine items recently. I was afraid they'd be snatched up if I was late, so I rushed over, trying to find

in her heart. She said hoarsely,

will get

from his pocket and opened it in front of Yasmin. Lying inside was

look was

and

always use a pencil to tie her hair into a bun? Qnly such

light

Ryan's

eyes, doting and loving.

Yasmin nodded in agreement.

and one more thing." Ryan pulled out another box from his coat pocket

Yasmin was stunned, hesitatingly

the box and opening it.

fancy

its rich color exuding a sense of timeless elegance and

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