Chapter 266. Not a Gentleman

How long ago was it when I was in this same position? But the man who had been walking Caroline out, the man I had been expecting would return and cause chaos, had been my husband, not his brother.

I stared at the realistic image of me sitting at the beach, my beach hat mostly covering my face. 

In his painting he had made the sea look violent and the area windy, when it had looked completely different that day.

And I knew he did this to represent my emotional state that day. 

I frowned, leaning in to take a closer look at this image of me sitting at the beach under a grey sky with an angry sea that threatened to burst past its banks.

“Are those?” I stared at the very faint lip marks he had painted over my body.

“Kisses,” he said, leaning down with his hands on the table to stare into my eyes. “I wanted to undo the scars, since I failed to do so in reality.

“Thank you, Leonardo,” I said, pushing my seat back to stand up. “But I’m afraid I