“This is the handkerchief you lent me before”
The finely folded handkerchief smelled different than when he handed it to her. The unfamiliar smell of soap from the returned handkerchief was particularly strong.
Demus, who only glanced at the handkerchief, leaned against the backrest.
“And for your suggestion of extra work, I would like to hear the content first.”
“I can’t tell you unless you make sure that you will do it.”
“But…”
“I simply don’t want to open my mouth to someone unrelated.”
The fact that she had to sign the contract to hear the content meant that it was not an honorable work. Liv, who understood the meaning at once, made a firm face and turned silent.
Seeing that, Demus sat with his long legs crossed and enjoyed her face leisurely. He actually hated to waste time, but he decided to give Liv enough time to think.
No, looking back, the way he had been treating Liv lately had been an anomaly. Is she really worth it?
Demus took out his cigar and thought for a moment. Worth, huh… In fact, he hadn’t found anything like that yet. For the time being, she wasn’t worth more than a curiosity.
At first, it was just a painting. And it was a very poor painting to boot.
It was not the artist’s rough brushstrokes or tacky colors that caught Demus’ eyes. It was the woman who stood awkwardly on the painting.
Shame was evident in the awkward pose, and the body, which had a good frame, was as thin as a sickly horse. The naked back revealed the despair she had.
So, the reason Demus bought Brad’s painting for the first time wasn’t because he was a good painter. It was because the painting was full of the model’s presence, not the painter’s motive.
It was a very new experience for him. Demus, who had seen and collected countless works of nudes, had never seen such a horrible painting. The painter could barely manage to transfer the model in front of him onto the canvas instead of painting his work. Or maybe the model’s strong atmosphere seized the artist’s unconsciousness and manipulated him to paint it like that.
The artist would never make a proper debut. He was a man of no ability. The model herself wasn’t a great one, obviously.
The model was so bad that it was a hassle to even call her a model. The result of the collaboration of the two amateur beings was the painting in front of him.
It was interesting to see the poor painting, which looked as if it had been rolled in the mud.
Maybe I just got lucky and found it.
With that in mind, Demus bought a second nude painting of Brad. Like the first nude painting, it was the back, and the posture was still stiff.
It would be more natural to just paint a piece of wood. Wouldn’t any of the maids who work in the hallway of the mansion do better as a nude model than that?
Even though he thought so, Demus could not take his eyes off the painting. The third was no different.
Then he became curious. How come it’s just the back?
What kind of expression would the woman with that back have?
Therefore, he said allusively. Telling the painter to draw the model’s face with all his might. However, he never expected that she would be so surprised that her side face was drawn a little bit.
She seemed to believe that all the danger would disappear once she managed to retrieve the painting with her face revealed.
Demus, however, thought she wasn’t just naive but stupid if she really believed that she could wrap everything up her way.
“I will do it.”
Demus’ consciousness snapped to the surface. Puffing on his cigar out of habit, he nonchalantly shifted his gaze to the person in front of him.
“I will do the extra work.”
She was as determined as a soldier on the battlefield. She looked very pale as if she had expected him to order the worst. Demus laughed coldly at Liv’s stiff shoulders.
She probably thought that she should sacrifice something valuable for her. Yet what was valuable to her was just like a stone on the street for Demus.
“It won’t be a difficult job for you, so you don’t have to be so scared.”
Liv raised her quivering gaze. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, a servant showed up with a mobile trolley.
The trained servant set up the tea with little sound. The teacup prepared on the table was for one person only.
Liv’s face turned red as she noticed that she didn’t have her share. Perhaps she was feeling humiliated. Demus spoke indifferently, not caring.
“The servant will be waiting for you once you leave this room. Follow him, listen to the explanation, and sign the contract.”
Liv, who was biting her lips and clutching her skirt, got up calmly.
“I’ll be on my way.”
“I look forward to working with you, Teacher.”
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