Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 668: Arielle And Her Paintings

"Who drew that?" Ronan pointed at such a horrible painting. If he tried to perceive it, then he would perceive it as a nightmare. Did Irene or Arielle ever have a nightmare?

"Oh, it’s Sasha’s," Arielle answered then took the apron that was usually used for painting so that the oil paint she used wouldn’t get on her nightgown.

"Why is it put at the very top?" Ronan asked while frowning slightly. He still didn’t understand the concept of the painting even after seeing it from every angel.

Arielle laughed a little. She was now opening the new can of oil paint because the black one had run out. Ronan came over to help his wife open the paint can.

"Sasha said the painting was his motivation."

"Motivation? Not a nightmare?"

Arielle couldn’t hold back her laughter. If Sasha were there, maybe the boy would have been as angry as when William commented that Sasha had successfully described his nightmare. Sasha then said in a loud voice that the black one was all the evil that existed in that world and the red was the one who would later become the greatest knight in Northendell. He wouldn’t be afraid of anyone who became Northendell’s enemy.

And Arielle said that Sasha’s painting was really beautiful and full of meaning, thus she wanted to hang the boy’s painting in the highest place as a form that she would wait for Sasha to meet her in a high place too.

Just like what Lazarus often said, hung your dreams and hopes as high as the sky so that even when you fell, you might get stuck in a tree so it wouldn’t hurt too much when you hit the ground. At first, Arielle didn’t understand the meaning of Lazarus’ words, but when the man helped hang up Sasha’s painting, she slowly understood.

"Oh... at first I thought it was just another Lazarus bullshit, but I got the point."

"I also understand those words. Lazarus wanted to hang his hopes as high as possible so that he would be motivated to try. Every effort will not betray the results. Thus, whatever the result, when you have tried, at least there will be results. It’s different if you don’t try at all. If you hang your hopes on a bare minimum, the desire and encouragement to try is also small and the results will be very disappointing," Arielle answered.

Ronan nodded. It was amazing that Arielle could understand Lazarus’ random words in such a short span of time. Ronan, William, as well as Kael were only able to interpret it after several years.

"Arielle," Ronan called, making Arielle turn towards the man.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"You know, I think I love you even more," said the man, and those sweet words made Arielle blush.

Arielle just nodded and said thank you. She hurriedly put on the easel for her canvas and sharpened the pencil a bit.

"You don’t want to answer it?" Ronan asked.

Arielle just kept quiet and took out the pencil she had sharpened. She just stood up and then approached Ronan to tell him to sit on the couch that had been covered with a wide white cloth so that the oil paint wouldn’t stain it.

"Sit quietly, I want to paint you," said Arielle, but Ronan quickly gripped her arm as the girl was about to return to the canvas which was already standing on the easel.

"We don’t paint each other?" Ronan asked in confusion.

In his imagination, he and Arielle would play and touch each other’s bodies using the oil paint, leaving a trail of beautiful colors. But, it seemed what he was thinking was different from what the girl was thinking.

Then, Arielle said that all she wanted to do was to paint Ronan. She didn’t think about anything else at all. Besides, she hadn’t painted the man in a long time. The last painting she made was already long ago and now a lot had changed between them.

The first painting Arielle had was Ronan wearing all black while sitting stiffly. She was still the prisoner of the North as a replacement for her brother who had killed a wolf, but now it was different...

Ronan was wearing white clothes and was trying to take off his mask completely. He had accepted his past and buried the hatchet along with his trauma. The man also looked more relaxed, and Arielle wanted to enshrine Ronan in front of her as someone she loved dearly.

Their status was different now. Arielle was his wife and wanted to draw Ronan as the husband she loved wholeheartedly. Not as a prisoner who offered a painting service like before. Ronan could understand his wife’s wish, and he relented and hid his fantasies. He buried it again in the hope that one day there would be another chance to make it come true.

"How should I sit?" Rona asked.

Arielle peeked from her canvas. "Sit down and relax. You can do whatever you want," she said with a subtle smile.

Ronan frowned and sat up in a daze. He lifted his hand to lean on the back of the couch, but it felt strange, so he lowered it again. Ronan also tried to lift his leg, but again, it felt strange, so he quickly put it down.

All of those movements were seen by Arielle. She could see that the man was uncomfortable with his sitting position. Arielle looked around her and could see a thick book. He remembered that the book was borrowed by Sasha to impress Irene. The boy forced himself to read a book about art, but he ended up not reading it because the book was only filled with letters without any pictures.

Arielle stood up to pick up the book then gave it to Ronan. She hoped the book could brush away the man’s boredom. Arielle then touched her husband’s shoulder so he could relax more. She also pushed Ronan to lean on the couch and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the man’s shirt.

"Sit comfortably, or if you want, you can lie down," said Arielle lightly.