Lucy could only stay at home because Matthew had left for the temporary office for work. She decided to head over during lunchtime and personally cook a big meal for him. Before that, she spent some time fixing the drawings she was not happy with.

Her inspiration had always come from a sudden epiphany.

However, since she started drawing Matthew's profile, a portion of her unique inspiration began to come from him.

Her brushes and strokes moved agilely and appeared on Matthew's face.

Lucy began to scribble and draw. Lucy would draw when she had free time and she was quite adept at oil painting and sketching.

The servants walked in and out of the living room but Lucy was in her own world and could no longer hear any noises from the outside world.

She held a pencil that had been sharpened until only half of it was left and she began sketching while thinking about Matthew.

which was why he was always

for the public. Lucy was the only one who knew how lively

aware that she was the

canvas under the tips of Lucy's pencil. A huge country house appeared behind him. It had a smokey chimney and was a symbol of those coming

home was filled with

relaxed walk home. It was between mountains as far as the eye could

would occasionally fly past the orange sky as they flew high into the

hands were placed freely on his side as he stared

expression on his

Lucy's sketch. She managed to capture the gentleness hidden deep

a beautiful

he was staring far off into the distance as

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