Duke’s Exclusive Painter - Chapter 31
Nevertheless, Roselia, after all, was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even know that he had come. There he would stare at her for a long time, just looking at her without pretending to be anything.
In such hot weather, Roselia wore a dress that Marsha had provided her, a sheer dress that exposed her forearms and ankles.
Obviously, in the beginning, he was looking at her overall appearance, but all of the sudden, Cedric’s eyes were staring intently on her skin. It was a pure color, reminiscent of a pure white canvas.
As he looked at her, Cedric’s throat felt dry and he grunted over and over again because of this.
One day, Cedric noticed this action of his, and tried not to go see Roselia as much as possible. His insidious gaze reminded him of that filthy Count Ribe. This is a must.
As a result, even if they stayed in the same mansion, the meeting between the two naturally ceased.
Cedric spent the rest of the vacation working behind the scenes, replacing the chairman, who unfairly punished Roselia and the president. He also demanded the newly established president that they should severely punish Bessie Wizley for harassing a classmate.
Subsequently, Bessie Wizley was suspended for a month. Any academy would not just impose suspension for any reason like Medical Colleges.
To put it bluntly, a one month suspension would be a huge blot on her student record.
After receiving such a report from James, Cedric went to Roselia after a long time to deliver the news.
I knocked on the door, but there was no response from the inside as usual. At this point, he just walked in, still, Cedric never forgot to knock for her.
As he opened the door, the smell of paint rushed over. At first, it smelled a little harsh, but now it’s okay.
I don’t know if my sense of smell has been paralyzed, or if my sense of smell became dulled by her presence here.
Since she has something to do today, Cedric has to look for her right away. But for some reason, Roselia was not working on a painting. The square canvas was placed on the easel with nothing painted on it.
Then Cedric found Roselia without difficulty. She was curled up on the sofa next to the canvas and was asleep.
‘Why are you sleeping here?’
She was only a few steps away from the bed, but he did not understand how she could sleep with her body tucked in such a narrow space. I thought about waking her up, but she seemed so tired that I couldn’t do it.
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