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She believes in true love.

He doesn’t believe in love.

But what is love, really?

She is the epitome of success—a star people look up to and admire. To him, however, she is merely a business transaction, a partner chosen to enhance his status. To his friends, she is just a fool in love, a pathetic figure begging for affection.

Then shocking news emerges: her first true love returns, throwing him off guard. He realizes he has been nothing more than a substitute for her first love.

He should be angry, but instead, he finds himself overwhelmed by emotions he can’t express or understand. Is this possessiveness, or is he finally learning to love her?

She is determined to return to her first love, but inside, she is torn. Did she really treat him as just a substitute, or did she actually come to love him?

What are they supposed to do when love is a question mark?

When Love is a Question Mark

Samuel looked around Zinnia's art studio, taking in the beautiful paintings that lined the walls. There were landscapes, abstract pieces, and still lifes, but something struck him as odd—there wasn't a single portrait.

His brow furrowed as he scanned the room once more, just to be sure. "Zinnia," he asked, turning to face her, "I don't see any portraits. Do you ever paint people?"

Zinnia paused from cleaning her brushes, glancing at him with a small smile. "No, not really," she replied. "Portraits have never been my thing. I guess I just never felt the urge to do one." Her eyes lit up with mischief as she added, "But if you want, I could paint you. You'd be an interesting subject."

Samuel felt heat rise to his face, caught off guard by her offer. His heart raced at the thought of her capturing his likeness on canvas. "Me?" he asked, unsure. "You'd really want to paint me?"