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Chapter 236 - 243

Chapter 236

The woman forgot about the thoughts she was having when she saw the man's mischievous smile and briefly imagined a certain future that could happen to them.

The man had an odd appearance, but she liked it since it made him more attractive and unique.

{By the way, are we going down to the basement right now?}

{You said you wanted to see my paintings. My studio is in the basement. I need to avoid sunlight because of my weak eyes.}

Lloyd removed his colored glasses and tucked them into his shirt's pocket. He then showed the woman his eyes.

She used to think Lloyd's white hair was dyed all this time, but even his eyes were of a strange color.

She didn't have the intellectual level or education to know what an albino was, so she asked a stupid question.

{W-What's up with your eyes? Are you wearing colored contact lenses?}

{Well, something like that.}

They arrived at the basement door that was directly connected to the garage. Lloyd then entered the password to his studio.

{You even have a password? You must have some pretty expensive paintings. This place almost feels like some sort of secret base.}

The woman spoke sweetly to Lloyd with her eyes and voice soaked with curiosity, greed, and a strange sense of expectation.

{My paintings are pretty expensive, but the password's mostly to keep my father from coming inside. As you mentioned, this place is my secret base.}

Lloyd put his index finger to his mouth and gave the woman a secretive look before opening the studio door.

She then smiled in return.

{I wonder what secrets you're keeping from your dad down here,} she asked herself.

{Things my father can never find out about.}

{Then you absolutely shouldn't get caught. Did you set the password to something so difficult to memorize that your dad could never figure it out?}

{Not really. It's pretty simple. It's just my father's birthday,} Lloyd answered.

{What? Then you'll get caught super easily!}

The woman then commented that the password was pointless and looked at Lloyd pitifully.

Lloyd then replied calmly yet sorrowfully.

Even though he no longer had any expectations, talking about this story always made his mouth dry and his heart to pump faster in frustration.

{My father always uses his biological son's birthday as his password, even though he died thirty years ago. Some people use numbers related to the people they love as passwords to protect their most precious treasures because no matter how precious of a treasure it is, they don't mind being caught by that person. That's why my father doesn't know that my password is his birthday....}

It was an ironic problem. He didn't want anyone to discover his secret, especially his father. But Lloyd had set the password to the place that hid his secrets as the birthday of the person he least wanted to find out the truth.

It was a contradictory thought process. His father could never know his secrets, but Lloyd hoped to let him know someday.

As the door to his studio opened, the wails of souls echoed and crashed against the walls noisily.

It was a boisterous place as usual.

An additional scream echoing in here wouldn't change anything.

{Welcome to my studio.}