She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 264: The Painting Turns Out To Be Kelvin'S

Chapter 264: The Painting Turns Out to be Kelvin's

The lights in the villa turned on, and the room fell silent as the dim yellow light spilled onto the walls. A giant painting, one meter tall, caught Kelvin's attention as soon as he entered the room.

He stood there for a moment, staring intently at the painting with his deep-set eyes. Didn't he throw this away? How did it end up here?

Seeing Kelvin staring at the painting, Omari couldn't help but show off a little. He walked up to Kelvin and patted him on the shoulder.

This kind of greeting seemed more suitable for old friends meeting each other rather than between him and Kelvin. The latter looked disdainfully at Omari's hand on his shoulder without any trace of emotion on his face before taking a step back to avoid him. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

But who was Mr. Lara? He was someone who could turn things around.

He still smiled lightly with one hand supporting his chin while admiringly looking at the painting on the wall.

"Isn't it beautiful? This is Cheyenne when she was in high school - just as cute and pretty as I imagined her to be. I bought this painting from an art gallery owner for only three hundred thousand dollars."

At these words, Cheyenne noticed there was now a large portrait hanging in the living room; it had been ignored by her since she was quite busy during daytime hours.

She couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly. Who would hang such a large portrait of themselves on their living room wall? That would seem so narcissistic!

It couldn't be denied that whoever painted it had done quite well; however, who painted it?

Why would he or she secretly paint her like this?

"Mr. Lara," Cheyenne said sarcastically, "you spent three hundred thousand dollars buying this? Why didn't you tell me earlier! For three hundred thousand dollars, I have plenty of photos that I can sell you!"

What a spendthrift! His eyes don't even blink when spending money!

"Cheyenne," Omari replied smoothly, "it's not like that... I gave you this painting because whenever you see it you'll think of me. Of course, if you're willing to give me your photos, then they'd be very precious too."

Omari's words left Cheyenne speechless; all she felt upon seeing this portrait again after all these years was mortified because it reminded her of when she had been seventeen years old and madly infatuated with Kelvin.

She used to deliberately wear what she thought were her best clothes around him while studying makeup.

She heard that he liked girls with long necks because they looked good wearing tassel earrings.

So, every night, she came back to practice her swan neck, got her ears pierced, and put on the long earrings that Benson had given her.

It happened to be her birthday that day.

She begged Kelvin to help her paint a picture, but he refused. The matter ended there. Now, the painting was like a slap in the face for her. As a school bully, she had such a stupid past. It was not worth it to become someone she was not for a man who didn't love her.

Omari thoughteverything he did was as romantic and boasted about it, "Don't you like this painting, Cheyenne?"

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne looked at the painting coldly and answered decisively without any emotion in her voice, "I don't like it. It's ugly. Take it away. When it's hung up here, it's like my funeral photo."

"If you don't like it, forget about it. Why curse yourself? You're really foolish," Omari said.

Listening to her say that she didn't like the painting, he wore a disappointed expression.

In fact, after refusing her request that day and seeing Cheyenne lost in thought again later on, he started painting.

Because he wasn't professionally trained as an artist, Kelvin spent half a month drawing drafts over twenty times before finally completing the work.

After finishing the painting though, he was caught between whether or not to give it to Cheyenne as a gift.

Later on, Abbie saw his work and said that she wanted one too.

Kelvin didn't want to go through with it; it felt like a waste of time. So, to comfort Abbie, he told her he'd throw the painting away. He temporarily left it in the downstairs garbage pile, as the property management typically started clearing the trash after 10 PM.

However, after Abbie had left, when he went downstairs to retrieve the painting, he realized it was gone!

He hadn't been concerned about it; in fact, he felt a faint sense of relief.

He had really painted it, and he hadn't lied to Cheyenne. The painting being lost wasn't considered deceiving Abbie. But in all of this, he had deceived himself.

Kelvin watched as Omari got up and walked over to the oil painting, standing on a stool to reach out and take it down. A pink spot appeared on the wall as the painting was removed, and the light on the fresh wallpaper gave the room a somewhat chilly feeling.

Omari was about to move the painting to the art studio, which had been left behind by Nora after their family of four had moved out. Cheyenne had been too lazy to organize it, so she'd used it to store various things.

"Wait a moment," a sudden deep voice interrupted, causing the three of them to turn and look. Six eyes fixed on Kelvin, who walked over with an icy expression.

The two of them locked eyes for about three seconds, and the atmosphere grew silent and eerie. Kelvin's crimson lips pursed slightly, and then he spoke, surprising everyone in the room with his words.

"This painting... I painted it."

"What?" Omari's eyes widened and he immediately covered his mouth, coughing awkwardly with a hint of disdain in his smile.

"Mr. Foley, don't joke around. I bought this from a small gallery and besides, you're too busy to learn how to paint,"

But Kelvin calmly walked up and took the painting in his hands. He removed the frame and turned it over to reveal a signature on the back - "Kelvin." The font was bold and sharp with an artistic flair. It was a signature that Cheyenne knew well - he always elongated the "n" and added a small circle resembling an "O" at the end.

This painting... was truly painted by Kelvin. And judging by its aged edges, it seemed like it was done many years ago.

Cheyenne suddenly remembered her birthday when Kelvin had coldly rejected her advances. Why did he secretly paint this for her without letting her know?

Perhaps feeling uncomfortable under Cheyenne's intense gaze, Kelvin silently put the painting back into its frame with slow yet graceful movements that revealed his skill as an artist.

Cheyenne had never seen him do anything other than work-related tasks. She believed that in this man's life, apart from the company, everything else was a waste of time.

No one knew that Kelvin could actually paint. All of this had happened before high school. His mother was a passionate oil painter, and her works had skyrocketed in value.

For this woman, he felt a complex mix of love and resentment.