The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1361

When Stella opened the door, she was surprised to see Skyler standing outside, holding several gift bags.

"Star," Skyler said with a kind smile. "Are you back from celebrating with your friends?"

Stella nodded slightly and invited him in. "Come in, Father."

Once inside, Skyler glanced at the collection of gift bags already on her table. He smiled. "Today is your birthday. I was going to throw you a party, but Keen mentioned you wanted to celebrate with friends, so I didn't arrange anything."

He handed the bags he was holding to Stella. "These are from me, your brothers, and Aurora."

Stella accepted the gifts politely. "Thank you."

Skyler was about to say more when his eyes fell on the ornate wooden box Joshua had given her. His gaze lingered on it for a moment. "Star, is this box a gift from one of your friends?"

"Yes," Stella replied.

"May I see it?" he asked.

Stella handed the box to him. Skyler examined it carefully before smiling. "A few years ago, I attended an auction where the final item was a piece of thousand-year-old golden sandalwood, just like this. The starting bid was a hundred million dollars. I was quite interested in acquiring it myself, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head with a wistful expression. "Before I could even make a bid, someone made an astronomical offer right off the bat, so I had no choice but to give up."

They say a painting reflects the artist, and Summer's work was still brimming with emotion. Leonard was convinced that Summer had to be a warm-hearted person who grew up in a loving, happy family—the complete opposite of his own cold, calculating environment.

After admiring the starry sky, he picked up the sunset painting. It wasn't just a simple depiction of a sunset; it featured trees, a sprawling lawn, and people sitting leisurely on benches. The vibrant green of the grass and trees contrasted beautifully with the golden-red hues of the sky, creating an incredibly serene scene. Just looking at it made him feel a sense of peace and relaxation, and the strange restlessness that had been plaguing his heart began to subside.

But the longer he looked, the more familiar the scene felt, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Then again, most sunset landscapes looked similar, and he rarely took the time to appreciate them. For the life of him, Leonard couldn't recall where he might have seen such a view.

He moved on to the third painting, which depicted a flower garden in full bloom.

And once again, an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over him.