Chapter 589

I thought about it for a second, then strolled over to the bookshelf, grabbed a random book, and flopped down into the lounge chair to read. I stayed there for what felt like forever, lost in the quiet, until Lizzy called me down for dinner.

"You're even prettier in person than in the paintings," Lizzy said, just as I was about to take a bite of my food. I froze, fork mid-air, totally caught off guard.

"Paintings? What paintings?"

She smiled. "Mr. Johnston's paintings. All of them are of you. They're in the studio upstairs."

Wait. What?

When I went up to the terrace earlier, I'd passed the second floor, but I hadn't bothered checking any rooms. I had no idea there was even a studio up there.

And the craziest part? Wayne paints? I'd never known that.

We grew up together before he went abroad, and as far as I knew, art was not his thing. Did he pick up painting in the last few years? And he's been painting... me?

I glanced over at Lizzy, busy in the kitchen. She had to be messing