The Trap Of Ace

Chapter 65

Read The Trap Of Ace [by Eva Zahan] Chapter 65 – Once in the newly organized study, I found it much similar to his cabin in the office, and of course, decorated with my chosen furniture.

Except one thing.

A huge picture frame on the wall, covered with a white sheet. The same one I saw in this room during my last visit. I still remembered that blue diamond ring in her finger that was left unconcealed. But this time the sheet hid it whole.

I had the same question again. Whose picture was that?

Still securely clutching my hand in his, he stood before the picture. A soft sigh left him.

“Ace?” My voice came out as a whisper.

Rising his hand, he tugged at the sheet, letting it fall on the floor. My eyes widened slightly.

It wasn’t a picture. It was a painting. Painting of his mother, Ophelia.

As graceful and sophisticated as ever, she stood there with her head held high and confidence sparkling in her blue eyes. The navy blue velvety gown hugged her petite body perfectly when dark red lipstick sat on her lips, bringing her smile more into life. Then the blue diamond on her finger. It was evidence of her high class status and taste.

Whoever drew this painting was a h**l of a talented painter. They brought this painting to life so beautifully. One could easily mistaken this as a picture instead.

“She’s looking beautiful, as always,” I complemented.

He nodded. “She always wanted to get herself a painting of hers. And she finally did it on my sixteenth birthday.” With his gaze fixed on his mother’s face, he spoke in a low voice, “She was very happy that night.”

Though it sounded like he was telling a happy story, I could hear the pain behind his voice. The way he let out a defeated sigh, my heart clenched for him. He missed her.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. Turning to me, he gave me a close lipped smile.

“She loved this canvas, and always kept it in her room. But since… since she didn’t take it with her when she left, it remained in that dark old room. So I thought why not bring it here.” One of his shoulders lifted into a shrug. “As much as I didn’t want to open the memories of my past, I couldn’t leave this like that. I had to bring at least one of the things related to her over here.”

I squeezed his hand. “You did the right thing. Just because of some bad memories, we can’t just abandon the ones we spent in felicity. I’m glad you’re starting to cherish those memories even if you don’t want to think about your past.”

I was happy that he was opening up to me. He had never talked to me about his mother before like that. But he was doing it now. Yes, it wasn’t much, but it was a beginning. I hoped he’d let me in properly soon.

He kissed the back of my hand. “Honestly, even though I brought it here, I wasn’t planning to hang it here. My first plan was to lock it in the basement. But then,” his eyes met mine, “I remembered your words. The same ones you had told me at Tess’s rehearsal. I thought over it. You were right, until I can’t accept my past, I can’t move on with my present. I can’t be at peace. So I…”

“So you decided to keep it here?”

Nodding, he took my hands to his lips again.

the best decisions

“Come, there’s

in the middle of the room and got

were grinning at the camera with their mouths smeared with chocolate. And

so adorable back then.”

I’m not adorable

his lips. “No, you’re not adorable now.” At his raised brow, I winked at

as he let out a chuckle, circling his arms

asked, looking at a photo of him and Caleb eating cookies with both of their mouths and hands

to call grandma over to look after us before leaving for work. And being the kind woman she was, she always used to make cookies for us even after Mom told her many

fondness in his tone made me

“Where is she now?”

look, he

I’m sorry,”

smiling at the camera with her grey hair tied in a bun on the top of her head and two little kids on her lap. “After the d***h of Caleb’s parents and mine’s being busy all the time, she took care of us. She’d have loved

gazing lovingly at me, a blush

too! She

nodded, kissing my

an old picture of

confusion. They were a beautiful

one photo of his mother was there, even not alone, it was with his grandma and Caleb’s parents. I knew that he purposely avoided keeping his parents’ photos in there. Especially his father’s. From what I got to know, he had a strong dislike towards his dad. That’s why even if

I was glad that he was at least trying to cope up

proof of his being active in sports, he was a born winner in everything. He even told me how sports and gym helped him with his d**g addiction. He spent most of

I felt to him. And I couldn’t be any happier that he was opening up to me, letting me peek into his

that he wouldn’t let me win on purpose. And obviously, I lost in every d**n match! So to make up my ruined mood, he made me lunch. My favorite, cheesy garlic shrimps and chocolate cupcakes. Though this time I helped him make the food

the open meadow that was filled with roses. The same one he showed me from our bedroom’s balcony during our last

of the freshly bloomed roses, the green meadow, the lush grass and the gentle breeze filled with faint fragrance of flowers just blew my mind away. I could definitely spend the rest of my life over here without

to explore the backyard. The backyard woods. It wasn’t dense, nor there were any wild animals, so I thought it’d be a great place for children to play around. Of course, I didn’t voice out my fast forwarded thoughts and let

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of the robe around my waist, I bit my lip, staring at my reflection

swimming pool I was quite excited to swim in. After the whole afternoon exploring the woods and roaming around the small market nearby, we decided to take a dip in the

I didn’t bring any swimming suit as I wasn’t aware where he was taking me or

quite good in those, s**y to say. I was just wondering what his reaction

glass of fruit champagne we bought from the market earlier this afternoon in his hand.

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