Chapter 242 Ziana Had No Place In Boris’ Heart
Memories of the past surged like waves.
“Why are your ears turning red? Are you shy?”
“I’ve learned how to sh*ve online, don’t worry! If I accidentally hurt you, just let me know!”
“Why can’t you look at me? You must be afraid to fall in love with me because I’m too good-looking!”
“Hey, guess what I found? Honey, the mole on your ear is so cute!”
Ziana reached out and lightly poked it with her finger.
Her cool fingertip landed on Boris’ burning hot ear, causing an inexplicable feeling of comfort and
excitement.
Boris had never experienced such feelings before and, in a panic, he pushed Ziana’s hand away and scolded her, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing… just touching it.”
“Don’t touch it!”
“What’s wrong with touching it? You’re my husband, can’t I touch you?”
“If you keep acting up, I’ll sew your mouth shut!”
“Go ahead and sew it! Sew it!”
Ziana provocatively raised her chin.
He didn’t know why, but he felt extremely uneasy.
This feeling made him restless with nowhere to vent, so he could only blame the perpetrator.
Boris sn*tched the razor from Ziana’s hand, pulled Ziana off the sink, shoved her outside, and
locked the door.
These trivial details came rushing back to Boris, and he could even recall their exact conversation.
Boris pursed his lips as his breathing became labored.
He refocused his attention on the painting, staring at it in silence.
Sure enough, there was a small mole.
His heart trembled uncontrollably.
The familiar scene, the familiar mole, and now even the silhouette of the man in the painting
seemed somewhat familiar.
Zlana… was she Not-So-Ordinary?
This realization suddenly appeared in his mind without warning.
Boris was eager to verify his guess, so he took a few steps forward and came to the second work in
this series.
The second painting was just like the first. It was soft and calm with a touch of romance.
The furnishings in the room were clearly from a villa in Serenity Cove.
The bedsheet was the one Ziana had sought opinions on in WhatsApp.
A cat-shaped night light on the table emitted a soft warm glow.
Outside, lightning split the dark night, and torrential raindrops hit the glass, forming a river-like
flow.
The two on the bed were tightly embraced, with the woman’s hands and feet intertwined and held
down by the man.
The man’s face was mostly hidden in the darkness, half of his features concealed, but the woman beside him gazed at him adoringly, her face upturned.
Boris felt a tightness in his chest.
