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.

decisions you took, you know?”

smiled. “Come, there’s

middle of the room and got

chubby kids were grinning at the camera with their mouths smeared with chocolate.

stared at the picture in awe. “You were so adorable back then.” He looked barely three or four in

you mean? I’m

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

eyes as he let out a chuckle, circling his arms

a photo of him and Caleb eating cookies with both of

be alone in the house, Mom used to call grandma over to look after us

that woman, the fondness in his tone made

“Where is she now?”

somber look,

I’m sorry,” I

two little kids on

lovingly at me, a

her too! She sounds like

nodded, kissing my head.

an old picture of a couple. I didn’t know

confusion. They were a

father. And only 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 he talked about his mom to me, he never mentioned his father. His parents’ subject was a sore one for him. That could be the reason why he kept his

was at least trying

of his memories with his grandma, he showed me some of the trophies he won at his college. Those shining trophies were 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 his time behind them to keep his

more I knew him, the more close I felt to

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 in the beautiful fancy kitchen. Now who would miss ogling a half naked Greek g*d cooking while his delicious abs were

open meadow that was filled with

my mind away. I could definitely spend the rest of my life over here without any

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 him guide me through

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of the robe around my waist, I bit my

The rooftop swimming pool I was quite excited to swim in. After the whole

he was taking me or we were gonna swim, I

to say. I was just wondering what his

stood in the water with a glass of fruit champagne we bought from the market earlier this afternoon in his hand. Gaze set in distance,

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