Chapter 159. The Decoration of His Room

Ayana’s POV

He should try and understand me, though. I mean, no offense. I trust him. Kind of. Not fully, but for the fact that I agreed to come to his house is enough risk and proof. He should not test me further. I still have to be careful. I cannot afford to be reckless.

“I brought the paintings you left in your house. They are in my room. That is what I wanted you to see. I am sorry if I made you have any ideas.”

Excuse me?

“Paintings? My paintings are in your room.” I can’t even form a straight proper question. I am lost. “How did you get ahold of them?”

He nods. “Yes. I took them and brought them with me with the hope that I would have the pleasure to give them to you someday and tell you what a great talent you have.”

I am out of words. My mouth is hanging open but yet barren of words. Why would he go to that extreme? Why would he bother?

“You collected my paintings and brought them with you? But why?” I ask dumbfoundedly. I ca