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.

like anyone disturbing him, which was why he was always frowning

why he would always put up a mask reserved only for the public. Lucy was the only one who

Lucy might not be aware that she was the only

pencil. A huge country house appeared behind him. It had a smokey chimney

path home was filled

as far as the eye could see and

would occasionally fly past the orange sky as they

drawing. His hands were placed freely on

guess what he was thinking, the expression on his face looked

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

was a beautiful picture to Lucy,

Matthew look that way before. Matthew looked like he was staring far off into the distance as if he knew that someone

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