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He even bought this house for us.
But he was still uncertain.
He still had this fear that I’d leave him.
Rising on my tiptoes, I cupped his cheeks, holding his gaze.
“I promise.
I’ll never leave you.
Never ever.
No matter what happens.”
Exhaling a sigh, he pulled me into his passionate kiss.
Not sweet and slow, but possessive and rough.
“I love you, my rose.
I love you so fucking much.”
I smiled.
“I love you too.
More than anything.”
No matter what his fear was for, no matter what his past was, I would never leave him.
I’ll always stand there beside him.
Whatever happened in the past, I wouldn’t let it affect our present and future.
And I had this belief he couldn’t do anything wrong.
And even if he did, he wouldn’t do it on purpose.
Pulling away, the nameplate of the house caught my eyes.
Turquoise Heaven?
He followed my gaze.
“Your beach house has the same name, right?”
I asked.
“Why though?
Seems like you like this name a lot.”
“Damn right.
I’m in love with this name.
Turquoise is my favorite color.”
I raised my brow.
And I thought it was black?
Since most of the time he roamed around in black or dark suits.
But why turquoise?
Then realization hit me.
The color of my eyes.
Flutters erupted in my tummy at his words.
“My eyes?”
He kissed my forehead.
“Yes.
My turquoise eyed beauty who I’m obsessed with.
The girl I love with everything in me.”
Not knowing how to react, I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in his chest.
Emotions soared high inside me.
“I can’t live without you, you know that?”
“I know.
Nor can I, baby.”
He pecked my forehead again.
“Now, let’s go inside.
I have so much to show you.”
Once we were inside, I was surprised again.
Not only because the interior was beautiful as well as the exterior, but also because the furniture set around the house was very familiar to me.
In fact, I chose them.
Before we got together, he had given me some weird jobs to choose furniture from hundreds of catalogues he sent me.
Even confused, I marked the ones I liked the most.
I didn’t know he was planning to use those for our home.
“It’s not done!
Why didn’t you tell me then?”
I glared at him.
The side of his lips twitched.
“If I had, would you help me?”
Not having the answer, I just rolled my eyes and walked away from him.
To the bedroom we were going to share.
And to my surprise again, while the rest of the house was decorated well with the furniture I chose, the master bedroom was left untouched.
Except the king-sized bed.
Even the walls needed paint.
When I threw a confused glance at him, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I want you to decorate our room with your own hands and presence.
From the color of the walls to the furniture, I want you to set everything as you want,” he said.
A smile graced my lips.
“Why only me, though?
You’re also going to stay here.
Your choice also matters.
What if I turn this room into a pink kingdom?”
He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss on my neck.
“I don’t care if it’s a kingdom of pink or purple as long as you’re here with me.
Do you think when my sun will be before me, I’ll be able to see anything else beyond that?”
Letting out a shaky breath, I leaned into him.
As cheesy as it was, every word fluttered my heart.
He was always good with his words.
They always managed to make me fall deeper in love with him, even if it was possible.
“What now?”
Pulling away, he grasped my hand in his.
“My study.
Come, I have something important to show you.”
“What is it?”
He looked at me.
“A little glimpse of my past.”
SIXTY-FIVE: THE REVELATION – PART 1
O nce in the newly organized study, I found it similar to his office in the OC Textiles, and of course, decorated with my chosen furniture.
Similar dark wooden desk, two long shelves filled with files and books, a gray leather couch in a corner and a small golden chandelier hung right above the desk.
Except one thing.
The huge picture frame on the wall, covered with a white sheet.
The same one I saw in this room during my last visit.
I still remembered that blue diamond ring on her finger was unconcealed.
But this time, the sheet hid it whole.
I had the same question again.
Whose picture was that?
Still securely clutching my hand in his, he stood before the picture.
A soft sigh left him.
“Ace?”
My voice came out as a whisper.
Rising his hand, he tugged at the sheet, letting it fall on the floor.
My eyes widened slightly.
It wasn’t a picture.
It was a painting.
Painting of his mother, Ophelia.
As graceful and sophisticated as ever, she stood there with her head held high.
Confidence sparkled in her blue eyes.
The navy-blue velvety gown hugged her petite body perfectly when dark red lipstick sat on her lips, bringing her smile to life.
My eyes fell on the blue diamond on her finger.
It was evidence of her high-class status and taste.
Whoever drew this painting was a hell of a talented painter.
They brought this painting to life so beautifully.
One could mistake this as a picture instead.
“She’s beautiful, as always,” I complimented.
He nodded.
“She always wanted a painting of herself.
And she finally got one on my sixteenth birthday.”
With his gaze fixed on his mother’s face, he spoke in a low voice.
“She was very happy that night.”
Though it seemed like he was telling a happy story, I could hear the pain in his voice.
The way he let out a defeated sigh, my heart clenched for him.
He missed her.
I placed a hand on his shoulder.
Turning to me, he gave me a close-lipped smile.
“She loved this painting and always kept it in her room.
But since… since she didn’t take it with her when she left, it remained in that dark old room.
So, I thought, why not bring it here?”
One of his shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“As much as I didn’t want to open the memories of my past, I couldn’t leave this.
I had to bring at least one of the things related to her over here.”
I squeezed his hand.
“You did the right thing.
Just because of some bad memories, we can’t abandon the ones we spent in felicity.
I’m glad you’re starting to cherish those memories, even if you don’t want to think about your past.”
I was happy that he was opening up to me.
He never talked to me about his mother before like that.
But he was doing it now.
It wasn’t much, but it was a beginning.
I hoped he’d let me in properly soon.
He kissed the back of my hand.
“Honestly, even though I brought it to this house, I wasn’t planning to hang it here.
My first plan was to lock it in the basement.
But then—” his eyes met mine, “—I remembered your words.
The same ones you told me at Tess’s rehearsal.
I thought it over.
You were right.
Until I accept my past, I can’t move on with my present.
I can’t be at peace.
So, I…”
“So, you decided to keep it here?”
Nodding, he took my hands to his lips again.
“It’s one of the best decisions you took, you know.”
He smiled.