When it came to painting, Leslie suddenly thought of her past life.
Back then, Broderick had asked her to paint a portrait of him. She flat-out said no.
The look in his eyes at that moment-dim, hurt-it still lingered in her mind.
Now, thinking back on it after living another life, Leslie felt a chill crawl through her chest. She used to be so cold, so sure he'd never leave.
Maybe that's what happens when you're the one being loved-reckless, fearless.
But this time around, it was her turn to love him, to protect him.
That thought made Leslie suddenly stand up.
She remembered that in her last life, the moment she arrived at Starcrest Manor, Broderick had already set up a studio just for her.
She wasn't sure if it was the same this time.
With that memory guiding h
