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.

he was always frowning in

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

not be aware that she was the only one who could see that side

the huge piece of canvas under the tips of Lucy's pencil. A huge country house appeared behind him. It

was filled with

home. It was between mountains as far as the eye could see and

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

swing in the drawing. His hands were placed freely on his

what he was thinking, the expression on his face looked quite gentle

sketch. She managed

was a beautiful picture to Lucy,

like he was staring far off into the distance as if he knew that someone was waiting for him to

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