Chapter 118

“What?”

Seraret’s eyes trembled. Quentin Dahl… the Grand Duke? Then this painting— Her gaze darted toward the canvas Regan had brought.

“I painted it while thinking of you, Seraret. That’s why I can’t sell it to anyone else.”

Regan’s gentle smile deepened as he too looked at the painting. He had thought of her endlessly while painting it.

So, the owner of this painting could only be Seraret. Without her, it had no meaning or worth at all.

Seraret stared at Regan, flustered. If he truly was Quentin Dahl, then she felt horribly guilty for having sold any of his paintings.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

“Don’t look like that. If my paintings have been of any help to you, that’s more than enough for me.”

Regan’s bright smile made it seem as if he truly meant it.

Seeing that, Seraret’s heart eased a little. Somehow, every time she dealt with…