Painful pleasure

Daphne's POV

I forced the tears back down at his question, before turning around to take a glance at him.

“ Is there anything prohibiting me from stepping in here?” I asked, I was trying so hard to keep myself in, to hide the fact that it had been years.

I have missed him, missed him so much that it was going to be difficult to keep this feeling to myself, but I knew that I had to.

I needed to know what father had mapped out, I couldn't let Lorenzo know that I knew about him, nor could I let him know that I had gotten my memories back. It was my way of protecting him from father.

“ I can see that you have seen it” he strolled to the canvas that held the painting.

I could recall that this wasn't where it was, this wasn't where he had painted me.

It was at the company, his father's, and somehow he had brought it here, was that how much he loved me?

I couldn't help but ponder on the thought that I had meant that much to him. Enough for him to bring it here, that he couldn't think