Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 457

When it came to painting, it was quieter at home. I preferred painting in a quiet environment. It was just that my place wasn't big enough, and there wasn't such a large drawing board. I couldn't display larger paintings there.

Thus, I long wished to have a spacious, bright, and well-equipped studio. Due to various reasons, I hadn't realized my wish until now.

To put it bluntly, the place Winston prepared for me fulfilled all of my studio fantasies in another way.

The area here was large enough. Easels and drawing boards were available in various sizes without restrictions, which fully matched my painting requirements.

It surprised me. Winston successfully impressed me with a glass room.

In this situation, it proved that a person could move someone when using a suitable method. Nothing was impossible. It relied on how he did it and whether he met the other party's expectations.

Winston was fantastic at understanding the key to achieving things by accommodating my tastes.

This glass room won me over. I was eager to accept it.

"Thanks then. By the way, this place is so beautiful. Let me give it a name. How about calling it 'Crystal House'?"

That afternoon, Winston repeatedly rushed between my house and Crystal House. He transferred everything I used for painting to the Crystal House. Then, he chose a spot with the best sunlight to decorate a small studio that had everything I needed.

As the studio existed, I went there early to paint every day. It wasn't far from home, so I always worked a little overtime. I usually went home after 8:00 pm.

My mood was so good in the cozy surroundings that I made quick progress in my work.

I'd read Dreamlight's new information. There were no significant modifications to my earlier drafts. Dreamlight merely wanted to add a few tiny touches. It didn't affect the overall planning and layout. Perhaps it was due to the summer vacation, but only a few people came to Crystal House to paint. Most of the time, there were only me and Winston.

He studied oil painting. His painting method was fundamentally different from mine, yet our understanding of art was similar. When I took a break, I'd watch him paint and discuss some issues with him. We formed a good bond after a few days as a result of Crystal House and painting.

Every night when I got home, Andrew had prepared meals and waited for me with Queenie. I would have dinner whenever I returned.

I had said several times that if I returned too late, it would affect their meal habits. I asked them not to wait for me. They could just leave me some dishes, and I'd eat alone.

However, Queenie disagreed. She insisted on waiting for me to return and have dinner together, claiming we were no different from a family. A family should dine together to enjoy the warm moments. It always made me glad to have them waiting for me. I couldn't refuse, so I simply agreed.

Colin's video calls came at specific times. He would ask me about trivial matters like what I had eaten, and if I was tired, he reminded me to take a break. He enjoyed caring about me. We had a tacit understanding to not mention Jasmine. We were aware that if we did so, the topic would veer off course.

Colin would say he had nothing to do with her and asked me to wait for him. On the other hand, I would infinitely exaggerate the meaning behind his words, make various conjectures, and feel uneasy. He faced a lovable woman on the hospital bed every day. Moreover, she had a crush on him many years ago and even saved his life. How could he be indifferent? He wasn't a robot, after all.

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