Chapter 617

It was at the level of a world-class painter, which was the level she was at.

Sylvia asked again, "Do you like it?"

Thomas looked at her. "Yes."

"Then it's yours. However, the painting still needs to dry. I'll send it to you when it's dry." She moved the painting board to the vent to the side.

His eyes flickered. "Thank you."

Sylvia hurriedly said, "Don't thank me. I owe you much more than this painting."

He did not say anything.

She knew that he was someone who did not like to talk much, so she did not mind.

After putting the painting away, she walked up to him and said, "Come on, let's go out."

Thomas suddenly raised his hand, placed his warm fingertips on her forehead, and gently rubbed it twice.

Sylvia froze.

After rubbing, he said in a soft voice, "There was paint on your forehead."

She laughed dryly. "I could've wiped it myself. You didn't have to do it for me."

It was a little ambiguous.

However, Thomas’ lips curved into a gentle yet seductive smile. "I wanted to w