Chapter 183

Whenever Angeline drew his portrait, it would look extremely lifelike.

In other people’s eyes, Jay might be eminent and unapproachable—A horrific and devilish president. In Angeline's eyes, however, he was always just a big boy.

In her drawings, he was always wearing a youthful white t-shirt, a platinum necklace with a four-leaf clover lucky charm, and Nike shoes. His hair would flow in the breeze while his eyes were lucid—A big boy with a sunny disposition.

Jay held Angeline’s last drawing and it dawned on him how precious this drawing was.

He regretted being weak back then, for not having the courage to face Angeline's death. How great would it be if he had seen these mementoes earlier and realized just how much Angeline relied on him.

One would think that certain scars would scab and heal slowly if left untouched. What Jay did not expect, however, was that certain scars that were deliberately sealed in one’s heart would only grow richer with time like fine old wine.

Take Angel