AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

After lunch, she took the painting from before to the art gallery. She didn’t see Jonas so she spoke to a staff member. She discovered that he had been waiting in the gallery all day and didn’t leave until late at night. Before leaving, he ordered staff to remove the painting and throw it away.

Roxane was stunned. She immediately asked:

-When was it thrown away? Where was it thrown?

“Before we ate, we threw it in the trash can behind the mall,” the staff member replied.

Roxane turned and ran downstairs.

There were more than ten trash cans in the alley behind the mall. Each one was filled to the brim with trash, and an unpleasant odor permeated the air.

She vomited several times in disgust and forcibly held him back. She searched seven or eight trash cans in a row, but she still couldn’t find the painting.

It was midsummer, and it was afternoon now. Although the back alley was shaded, it was still very hot, which made the stench even worse. Roxane’s hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and her face was red from the heat. Even his clothes were soaked with sweat; they stuck to her back, making her uncomfortable. She crouched on the ground, intending to rest for a moment before searching again.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang through the air.

“Are you just giving up like that?” Looks like you don’t like painting that much.

She turned her head.

Jonas wore black pants and a white shirt. His hands were both in his pockets as he looked at her coldly with his eyes glistening with disdain.

-Jonas!

She stood up as a bright smile appeared on her face.

He felt that her smile was very piercing. The corners of his lips curled into a sneer before he asked:

– Who are you ? I know you?

The smile on Roxane’s face gradually faded. Her clear eyes were apologetic as she bowed to him and apologized with a solemn expression on her face.

– I’m sorry I missed our meeting yesterday. It’s because I had an urgent matter to attend to. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.

Jonas was unmoved by his apology.

– If an apology is useful, there will be no need for the police…

– I should apologize because I’m wrong for missing our meeting. It’s your prerogative to accept my apology or not, Roxane said before licking her dry lips. Then she said skeptically:

– I just missed the appointment, I didn’t break the law. What does this have to do with the police?

Jonas was choked up by her words and remained silent for a few seconds. Then he said with a sneer:

– The painting was thrown away. It’s useless even if you find it.

– I haven’t found it yet. How can you be so sure it’s useless? She retorted. Then she asked:

– Do you know which trash can it was thrown into?

Jonas’ eyes were hard and cold as he said with a hint of impatience:

– I don’t know. Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.

Roxane was not disappointed.

– Oh. Then I will look for it myself.

She regained energy after resting. She turned around and continued her search in the next trash can.

Jonas watched her standing in front of the trash can, not caring about the dirt. Something flashed in his eyes as he watched her rummage through the trash. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tube of paint leaning against the wall nearby.

After hesitating for a moment, as if under a spell, he leaned down and grabbed the tube of paint. He opened it and took the painting out of the tube before slowly unrolling it. A stunned expression immediately replaced the gloomy expression when he saw the painting.

The figure of a man was clearly visible on the painting. His eyebrows and eyes were expressive. The structure, colors and shadows of the painting were perfect. It can be said that there were no defects. More importantly, the man in the painting looked like him.

Jonas held the painting and looked at it for a long moment before looking at the young woman who was still rummaging through the trash. Her white dress was already dirty and her bun was already loose. His face was covered in sweat, but his expression was calm and serious. It was clear that she had no intention of giving up at all. He pursed his lips before asking, in a slightly abnormal tone:

– Did you draw me?

Roxane didn’t look up as she replied softly:

– Yes.

– You’ve only seen me once, but do you remember what I look like?

– I’m used to painting a lot of people, so it’s easier for me to remember faces. Moreover… , said Roxane. She stopped and turned to look at him with sparkling eyes before continuing to say:

“You look a bit like someone I know.

Jonas didn’t say anything and continued to look at the board. After a while he said:

– Stop looking for him.

– No! I really like this painting. I have to find it, said Roxane, continuing to rummage seriously in the trash. She raised an arm to wipe the sweat from her face before repeating:

– Even if it’s damaged, I’ll repair it.

Jonas walked towards her with his slender legs and grabbed her wrist.

“I told you to stop looking for him.

– But …

She frowned. She was about to say something when she was interrupted.

– The painting is not lost. I will give it to you.

Roxane was stunned.

– It’s not lost?

Jonas frowned and let go of her arm. He said with a hint of disdain:

– No.

– That’s great! THANKS!

A smile immediately appeared on Roxane’s face. His smile was so bright that even the beads of sweat on his face looked like sparkling diamonds.

Jonas looked at her suspiciously.

– Do you thank me? Aren’t you angry?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

After all, he had asked someone to make him believe that the painting had been thrown in the trash. Because of this, she had gone through the trash for a long time. He didn’t understand why she would thank him instead of getting angry with him. Was she stupid?

“I’m not angry,” Roxane said clearly, raising her hand to touch her nose. When she realized that her hands were dirty, she quietly put them down. She went on to say:

– It was me who missed our meeting. It’s natural for you to be angry. Besides, it was me who wanted to look for it in the trash. You didn’t force me. Why should I be angry?