Chapter 10

Liv and Brad, who were distracted in their own mind, turned their heads at the same time. They didn’t even hear the door open, but the Marquis, whom they had no idea when he came into the studio, was looking at them.

Folding his hands behind him, the Marquis’ blue eyes flickered past Brad toward Liv. His face, which she saw again in a few days, was much more beautiful and elegant than the figure she sometimes brood over. In addition, the navy blue frock, the vest underneath, and the silk shirt he was wearing went very well with him.

Liv, who was naked for work, wrapped her arms around her chest without realizing it. It was because she somehow became a little embarrassed about her bare body when she saw the Marquis dressed up meticulously. The shame and embarrassment she felt when she first undressed as a nude model came back to life.

She had already shown her back to the Marquis once, so she thought she would be able to endure the work because it was okay at that time.

Liv realized she was overconfident about the situation. Now she could see that on the day she showed her back to the Marquis, she was so desperate that she didn’t even have time to feel shame.

“My Lord Marquis, I’m so honored! I will definitely draw a masterpiece of my life and give it to you as a present!”

The Marquis, who was staring at Liv, turned to Brad.

“If you tell the servant in charge about anything lacking, it will be taken care of right away.”

“It’s enough, my Lord! It’s more than enough!”

As soon as the Marquis’ eyes disappeared, Liv turned her head as if she were running away. She, who was sitting on the bed, pulled a white and soft blanket and carefully covered her body. She felt relieved when her skin was covered with a thin cloth sloppily.

But it was for a moment.

The Marquis, who glanced at Liv, asked in a cynical voice.

“You’re not going to draw the covered body and claim it a nude painting, are you?”

“No way! Liv! Get the blanket off now!”

Brad exclaimed to Liv, furiously. The voice alone sounded like Liv had made some tremendous mistake.

He may be doing it because he wanted to impress the Marquis properly, but it was true that she felt uncomfortable with Brad’s unusually coercive tone.

However, they couldn’t fight over his tone in front of the Marquis, so Liv silently pulled down the blanket. At that moment, a strangely subdued voice came from behind.

“Are you always this sharp when you’re working?”

“Pardon? N-no…”

“I know artists are sensitive, but honestly, your tone is obnoxious.”

“Forgive me, my Lord! I’ll be careful!”

The Marquis is clearly more picky than the average artists.

Liv was convinced of it while listening to the conversation behind her back. For a painter, they just have to draw well by all means. It was odd to have the high and mighty Marquis point out every single conversation between the painter and the model. Brad would be the only painter who had to work while paying attention to the way he talked to the model.

Did the Marquis ask to observe so he could nitpick over the painting process?

Maybe it really is?

Liv belatedly thought of that possibility. The possibility that the Marquis really did have a problem with her and Brad, and had created this situation to harass them.

The marquis might have been bitter because she argued that she could not sell the painting. Would a high-ranking person have any experience of being rejected?

Not to mention that Demus Dietrion.

That thought made Liv worry about the whole situation. She was at a loss whether this work, which was not smooth from the beginning, could end according to plan. If she just offered to compensate him with money…

No, it was practically impossible. No matter how much the Marquis bought the painting for, Liv didn’t have the ability to pay the same amount.

There was no chance to escape the situation. She had already entered the mansion, and now that she had taken off her clothes, finishing the work as soon as possible was the only way out of this situation. Therefore, Liv wanted Brad to feel at least a minimal sense of crisis. If he felt something was wrong, he would also try to finish the work quickly.

Unfortunately, however, Brad was now in the middle of apologizing profusely to the Marquis.

Liv sighed and tossed the blanket completely aside. As she listened to Brad’s anxious voice, trying to look good no matter how, the tension that wrapped around the back of her neck gradually faded.

“I think the model is ready.”

No, it didn’t seem like her tension had faded. Her shoulders flinched as soon as she heard the Marquis’ voice.

“Let’s start it now”

Liv took a deep breath. Then she prayed earnestly inside.

May the Marquis will soon get tired of this boring studio scene that only reeks of paint.

The seat where the Marquis sat to observe was in a corner of the studio. There was a sofa for one and wine prepared for him.

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