Chapter 590

In the painting, a man in a suit held me in his arms while I held him back. I was in a wedding gown, looking absolutely beautiful. Conrad had painted me with bright eyes and a radiant, joyful smile. It was my bridal portrait. But the man's face wasn't painted yet, so I had no idea who the groom was meant to be. Could it be Chris? Since I was supposed to get engaged to him, was this a gift from Conrad for us? Or… could it be Conrad himself? Honestly, I thought the second guess made more sense. The room was packed with portraits of me that Conrad had painted. I'd have to be blind or totally clueless not to see how he felt about me by now. I also realized that Conrad's feelings ran much deeper than I had ever thought. His affection wasn't just a fleeting crush. It had been there for a long, long time. I sighed. The sheer number of paintings in the room left me feeling overwhelmed. Being deeply loved by someone I didn't feel the same way about was a heavy burden. In the end, I quickly