The sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.
I sat calmly on the living room sofa, watching as the girl stepped out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on.
Her skin was fair, and on the right side of her upper part was a vivid red rose.
It was unmistakably Simon Jones’ work.
He was a painter, one who especially enjoyed using the bodies of young women as his canvas, seeking inspiration through them.
A few seconds later, Simon also emerged from the bathroom.
His damp hair clung messily to his forehead, and his white shirt stuck to the firm muscles.
The girl beamed and threw herself into his arms, tilting her face up with admiration in her eyes. “Simon, your way of creating art is so unique. I love it.”
Simon gave her a playful slap on the backside, his tone teasing. “As long as you like it.”
She leaned in, trying to kiss him, but the moment she caught sight of me sitting on the sofa, her face drained of color.
In a panic, she grabbed her clothes from the floor to cover herself and shrank behind Simon.
Simon glanced at me, then casually told the girl, “Go home.”
She hesitated, unwilling to leave, but he pushed her out the door without hesitation.
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After sending the girl away, Simon noticed the suitcase by the door.
He turned to me, his expression indifferent. “Why didn’t you leave?”
I answered calmly, “The flight was canceled.”
“Oh.”
Simon rubbed his temples and sat down beside me.
The sofa sank under his weight.
He stretched out, resting his head on my lap, eyes closed. “It’s been a long afternoon. I’m exhausted. Give me a massage.”
I lowered my gaze, looking at him.
His sharp jawline, straight nose, and slightly raised brows carried an air of effortless charm.
He looked just like the man I fell for.
Back then, just to have Simon, I had willingly played the fool for him.
Whatever he said, I followed without question.
Even as the girls around him came and went, I never cried or made a fuss.
I even thoughtfully cleaned up the mess he left behind because I was obedient and sensible.
That was how I stood out among all of Simon’s admirers.
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