I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 50

"Eve."

Eve turned her head, startled by the deep, sinking voice, but the man's form had already faded.

When Eve opened her eyes again, she discovered that far more time had gone than anticipated.

A bright light was shining on her face.

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Regardless of Eve's emotions, the timetable continued as planned.

Eve examined the immaculate, smooth inside part of her thigh before putting on a suitable dress with the assistance of the staff.

After getting ready, she strolled down the corridor to inspect Rose's new paintings.

She did this to get rid of the reoccurring thoughts from her nightmares.

However, she quickly realized her mistake.

Rose delivered fresh paintings inspired by the man from Eve's visions.

This automatically triggered memories of today's dream.

In the dream, the man, who had never acted like this before, abruptly explored her inner walls with his fingers before caressing her thigh.

For the first time, he spoke.

Rose interrupted Eve's thoughts even though it was a dream with little meaning.

"I'm very sorry, madam."

Eve turned to look beside her and saw Rose's back head deeply lowered toward her.

"After showing you the paintings, inspiration kept coming, so I continued painting without asking for your permission."

Rose has misconstrued Eve's worried countenance created by the dream.

Eve shakes her head.

"No, even if I mentioned it, I only said it involved a man with black hair."

Rose used his imagination to fill in everything but the black hair.

Eve frequently smiled.

His gregarious but delicate attitude was very different from his artworks.

Soon later, Ashers and Dane entered the passageway. Ashers noticed Eve first and hailed her.

"Eve, are you generally an early riser? If I had known, we could have eaten breakfast together."

The separate meals in their rooms this morning were Ashers' way of being courteous.

Under normal conditions, Eve would still be asleep at this point.

"No, I am lazy. I woke up early today. Have you slept well?"

"Yes, I slept soundly. I heard you skipped breakfast."

Eve blinked, surprised that Ashers cared about her food.

"I normally do not eat breakfast. By the way, Dane, did you not sleep well?"

Eve covered her mouth and looked at Dane, who was yawning quietly.

"It's just that I'm not used to this place."

Ashers cocked his head at Dane's response.

"The Dane I know can sleep anywhere, even with someone next to him, and isn't usually affected by his surroundings."

The teasing tone and peek between Ashers' legs made the meaning obvious.

Dane, who had been nodding absentmindedly in response to Ashers' remarks, leaped up when he realized what they meant.

"What? What are you talking about!"

As Dane cleared his throat and looked at Eve, Ashers shrugged.

"Who here doesn't know about your flirtatious nature?"

Dane stared at Eve in response to her frank remark.

As Eve smiled softly at their talk, which sounded more like that of close friends than a divorced couple, she observed someone enter the corridor behind them.

Azazel was dressed beautifully, his glossy hair neatly combed back.

His inflamed lips were covered with scabs yesterday, but they had healed completely now.

How remarkable was the treatment that left no evidence of the prior day's injuries?

But she had little opportunity to convey her curiosity when Ashers, who had been taunting Dane, noticed Azazel and greeted him.

"You are here. Are all your urgent jobs completed?"

Azazel nodded casually.

"Yes."

"Okay then. Since everyone is up early, let's get started on today's schedule right away."

"Why don't you spend today with Eve? She's a more important guest than I am, after all," Dane said, grinning at Eve.

Ashers, who had initially frowned, paused before nodding in accord.

"Then today, I'll accompany Eve, and Rose will join us."

"...Very well."

Azazel, also a subject of this conversation, showed no reaction even though the arrangements were established without his consent.

Rose gladly guided Eve and Ashers to the new artworks.

Seeing that neither Eve nor Ashers was particularly uncomfortable, he introduced his works with increasing confidence.

"Madam, this painting was made with your patronage. It's my first time painting on such a large canvas."

Rose has never created a painting this enormous before.

It was wider than Eve and Ashers could reach with their arms extended.

This art appeared to be Rose's most meticulously produced work ever.

The color contrast in the picture was remarkable.

The bright blue sky became darker and more threatening as it proceeded to the right, eventually turning pitch black and foggy.

The brilliant, dazzling sky faded into Eve's preferred dark crimson hues before becoming impenetrable, inky night.

Although it may be interpreted as a time-lapse of a sunset, Rose's distinct dismal style added an ominous vibe to it.

Dane briefly called Rose over while they were focused on the artwork.

When left alone, Ashers glanced at the dark sky on the canvas and spoke.

"It's a bit... unsettling."

The darkness seems to spring out of the image.

The vividness of the artwork made it seem unsettlingly lifelike.

Eve, who enjoyed Rose's art, found it quite strange.

"Yes, it is," she confirmed.

Ashers chuckled.

"He clearly has talent. It's a work that may elicit powerful feelings, no matter what they are."

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