Ella shrank her neck slightly. "Is that really me in the painting?"
It looked so ethereal, almost unreal. Was she truly that beautiful?
Eric let out a low chuckle. "Who else could it be? If it's not you, then who? Are you feeling a sense of satisfaction because of how beautiful it is?"
Ella giggled. Of course, she felt satisfied. Every woman had a bit of vanity—it was just a matter of how strong it was.
"Of course. But only if you think it's beautiful—then I'd truly feel satisfied."
The implication was clear: she didn't care how others saw her. The only opinion that mattered to her was his.
Eric had been in a sour mood earlier, but hearing that, he couldn't help but smile. His warm breath landed on the back of Ella's neck.
Before she could react, he turned her around and captured her lips, his kiss deep and consuming.