Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 229 - 238: Stepping on the Painting

But the little girl in this painting, her face is still blank, as if it hasn’t been finished yet, but this painting indeed seems complete. Remembering the little girl in the sketchbook earlier, her face was also blank, Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t paint the little girl’s face?

"Who let you in here?!" A sudden harsh voice startled Mabel Quinn, causing her to turn towards the doorway and, in her surprise, accidentally knocked over a canvas, sending the painting crashing to the floor.

"Ah, I’m sorry!" Mabel hurriedly said, squatting down to pick up the painting, but in her haste, she accidentally stepped on it.

In the next moment, she was pushed aside, her back slamming into the studio wall, painfully hard.

She saw a figure rush towards the painting and carefully pick it up, an evident tension visible on his face.

Daniel Harris examined the painting, his eyes coldly fixed on a conspicuous footprint on one corner, as if some precious item had been destroyed.

All along, Mabel had seen him as always calm and indifferent, even playing a minor role in a film without seeming to care, or even about whether he would ever achieve fame. But now, he was anxious over a painting, as if it was of utmost importance to him.

"I’m sorry, I came in by accident and couldn’t help but take a few more glances at the painting..." Before she could finish her sentence, he cut her off.

"A few more glances?" His fingers traced the spot of the footprint repeatedly, yet unable to erase it, "Mabel Quinn, what right do you have to take a few more glances at this painting? Who do you think you are!"

"I..." She choked, "I truly didn’t mean to step on it. Why don’t I go and see if I can find a master to repair this footprint with some paint."

He turned his head, a chilling gaze fixed on her, making her heart tremble. She always thought his eyes were beautiful, much like those of the older boy she met when she was young.

But only now did she realize that these eyes could also be so frightening, chilling her to the bone.

"Get out!" He spat out the word coldly.

She stood up and slowly walked to the door, turning back to see him still clutching the painting.

"Today’s incident, I’m really sorry, so sorry!" Mabel apologized once more before leaving, realizing that he did not want to see her at all now, and her staying would only add fuel to the fire.

But Daniel Harris just continued staring at the painting in his hands, his fingers gently caressing the face of the girl with the blank face, as if handling the most cherished thing in his life.

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That evening, Mabel Quinn couldn’t help thinking about the painting, assuming it must be very important to him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so tense. And today she really...

Her phone rang; it was a call from Alice Conley.

Mabel picked it up and heard Alice’s anxious voice, "Mabel, Evelyn is in trouble, she was taken away by the police, do you know about this?"

Mabel was stunned, "What happened?"

"They say it has something to do with malicious drugging, that... when we were hanging out that day, your issue, was it really related to Evelyn?" Alice asked.

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