The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 548

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"Alright." Maeve quickly set up the drawing board and glanced at the man. "Feel free to pose however you like. I'll start sketching now."

The man nodded but didn't change his posture. He sat upright, polite, and composed, like a university professor or a high-ranking lawyer, his presence exuding a solemnity that made it difficult to look directly at him. Maeve sized him up momentarily, mentally framing the composition before she began to draw.

She had been making money from her art recently, not for her skill, but for speed.

While others took at least thirty minutes for a single piece, she could finish one in just fifteen. Those who paid her were always satisfied.

If anyone who knew Maeve found out she'd ditched her design career to perform on the streets, they'd be baffled, to say the least.

"Done!" Maeve handed the sketch to him with a smile. "Take a look and let me know if anything needs tweaking."

The man took the drawing and studied it, his gaze meeting the reflection of himself on the paper. He was surprised.

The strokes were soft yet powerful. The interplay of light and shadow was expertly done, and the details of his facial features were so lifelike it almost felt like a breeze was rippling across the water in the painting.

A person's character could be seen in their work. Only someone as gentle as Maeve could capture these subtle beauties and infuse them into her art.

"You're very talented. I really like it," the man said, his pale lips curling into an uncharacteristically rare smile. Then, his tone shifted. "Could I ask you a favor? There's a small shop nearby. Could you buy me a bottle of water?" Maeve was puzzled and pondered, 'Why doesn't he go himself?' But she didn't ask. Maybe there was a reason. She took the money he handed her and asked him to keep an eye on the easel while she went.

By the time she returned with the water, the easel was abandoned. There was no sign of him.

Instead, Maeve noticed something under her drawing paper.

It was a stack of money.

The paper had two bold characters scrawled on it: For your

talent.

water? Maeve glanced at the bottle in her hand and

was rare to come across a person who

and three paintings sold, Maeve decided to call it a day. She packed up her easel, returned to her cozy Airbnb, and

Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. She had arrived just in

drifting in through the window, Maeve let herself melt into the moment,

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over their nearly-secured project to the Mcdaniel Group. Are those two companies

you are, Stay safe? What's that even supposed to mean?" "Who cares? I've reposted every single one. Gotta

"Wherever you are, Stay safe" Maeve froze her hand midway to her coffee cup. The sweet aftertaste lingering

mistaken, those words were probably a

find her, he had stirred up a buzz through the

inevitably

made her way downstairs. Stepping out, she opened

to the guesthouse, there was tension in the air. The sound of tables and chairs scraping against the floor rang in

has nothing to do with this case! He doesn't have time to testify for you. Get out!" The guesthouse owner, Esme's angry voice

"Is there any room available? It's raining outside." Esme's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "No, we're fully booked! Don't even

the room was palpable, and just as voices threatened to rise further, Maeve placed

she asked, glancing

an instant when she saw Maeve. Her scowl transformed into a bright, almost exaggerated smile. "Oh, Maeve! You're back! I saw the rain earlier and was just about to send someone to bring you an

shirt and tailored black pants, while his demeanor carried an air of quiet

thought, 'It was him, the kind stranger from

you?" Maeve said, her surprise evident. "The payment you gave was way more than the sketch was

"You deserved it. No need to

are you two friends? If he's with you, I'll make sure he

briefly before nodding. "Yes, we've met. Thank you for accommodating

thank me," Esme said warmly. "I owe you so much already.