But now he knows Lena White 's hand injury and that she will never be an excellent painter again in her life. His feelings have completely changed.
He asked, "Is the studio locked?"
"Don't worry, young master, it's locked." Said the servant.
"Key..."
"Ah?"
"Give me the key."
The servant widened his eyes, thinking in a trance whether he had heard wrong.
But looking at Robert, although his face was expressionless, it didn't look like a joke at all. The servant could only hand out the key trembling.
Then, in the servant's dumbfounded, Robert entered Lena White 's studio for the first time.
The studio was not big, which was the only requirement of Lena White before marriage.
But Robert hated her at that time, and the place she was given was not very good.
Before Lena White went abroad, he also wanted to dismantle it at the first time. Unfortunately, he couldn't beat the old man and the studio was left behind.
At that time, Lena White was already a talented young girl painter famous all over the country.
It is said that her most expensive oil painting sold at a sky high price of seven figures in six years.
She once told herself plainly that she had only two dreams in her life, one was painting, the other was him.
At that time, Robert didn't believe what she said at all, and thought her love was very slutty.
He felt that every word she said and every expression was slutty, which annoyed him.
Until, for the first time, he saw the decoration in this studio.
Robert's eyes widened
The same table, the same lamp, the same sofa, the same carpet. Except that canvases, painting tools, paintings and various pigments are all placed on the shelves...
If he didn't know clearly that he didn't go to the wrong room, he would probably think that this was his study.
And this is Lena White 's study?
He looked at everything inside with mixed feelings.
There are servants cleaning the studio regularly, and there is no dust around, but there is still a painting covered with white canvas in the corner.
Under the canvas, there seems to be a work.
Robert walked over uncontrollably, his fingertips gently crossed the edge of the canvas, and with a strong force, the canvas slipped down the painting.
Inside, an unfinished work is exposed
And that man, it's actually him!
On the painting, he rode on a horse, slightly hooked his lips, looked at the unknown place in the distance, seemed to be smiling, and seemed to want to suppress his smile.
Every stroke and line is very exquisite
This is Robert's first time to look at her paintings seriously.
He used to disdain Lena White , because he was extremely disgusted with her, so everything that belonged to her was rejected by him.
He had no doubt that if he hadn't been separated for these six years, he might still hate her the same now.
However, the six-year gap gave him an opportunity to re-examine their relationship.
Then, he saw a new, different her from the past, who is talented and gave her too much sunrises .
Robert doesn't draw by himself, but he has high appreciation ability.
His fingers fell gently. He followed the lines on the canvas and stroked the deep, shallow and uneven paint a little bit.
He knew very well the value of this painting.
Young painters who can draw such amazing works at the age of 20 can be counted by one hand.
However, her hands can no longer paint.
Because of him?
Even if he didn't harm her himself, Cynthia 's voice was always printed in his mind.
She said: I've always done this to Lena White before, and you've never stopped it. Why not now?
Robert was very clear that he couldn't escape responsibility for Lena White 's hand injury.
After all, if he did not show to others that he didn't like Lena, others wouldn't flatter him in such a way of harming Lena.
He used to think that the woman who calculated him would have a miserable result, and they deserve it.
But now, what he wants to know more is, what kind of mood Lena White was in to draw such a picture?
A Robert who can smile, he himself is unfamiliar. Not to mention facing Lena White six years ago, He can't smile at her like this.
In her imagination, is her smile so gentle?
In HER heart, a thin string clanked gently, and the remaining sound wave was like ripples on the lake, rippling away in circles
"Hum -"
The sudden sound of the mobile phone disturbed Robert's meditation.
The man's eyes drooped gently, and he glanced at the two words on the mobile screen with a particularly calm look: Uncle bard, Cynthia's father.
He hesitated for only three seconds between taking it or not.
He pressed the answer button, and Cynthia 's father's voice came gently: "Robe..."