Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 117

So, she was Conrad’s sick little sister. Alice.

Wiona met her gaze, those wide, innocent eyes that seemed to look right through her. She couldn’t deny it.

“I guess… yes.”

Alice’s whole face brightened. “Then, can you teach me how to paint? I want to paint the emptiness I see inside you.”

Wiona blinked, astonished. “Wait, you can actually see that? In my paintings?”

Alice tilted her head and stared at her, puzzled. “Of course. That hole in you… it’s just getting bigger and bigger. I told everyone, but nobody believes me. That’s why I try to light fires, to make it bright enough for people to see. But then, I just keep messing up. Wiona, please tell my brother I’m not lying.”

Wiona walked over and gently took Alice’s hand, guiding her fingers around the paintbrush. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

With Wiona’s help, Alice finished a painting. She was so happy, she practically danced around the room. Even when her caretaker Raina came to take her away for a rest, Alice clung to Wiona, reluctant to say goodbye.

“When will you come back?”

Technically, Wiona was actually a year younger than Alice, but standing there, she felt like the older sister. It felt natural, not awkward at all. She smiled softly, unable to say no. “How about next week?”

“I’ll wait for you. I’ll keep waiting!”

As soon as Alice left, Conrad appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the doorframe behind her. His eyes were complicated, but there was warmth there too. “This is the happiest I’ve ever seen Alice.”

Wiona couldn’t believe it. “Really? But… we just met.”

Conrad didn’t try to explain. “It’s also the first time she’s ever been this relaxed with a stranger. Ms. Morgan, you’re different. You are special.”

Wiona was honestly stunned. Could she really affect someone so much, just by painting?

She glanced up, feeling a little lost. “Maybe… maybe she understands my art better than anyone.”

Wiona didn’t stay for dinner. It was like she suddenly remembered something important and had to go. Remy tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t budge. “Dr. Holmes, would you please drive me down the mountain?”

Remy looked helplessly at Conrad, who was standing there with a dark look on his face.

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