Chapter 6

During the evening hours, Silas continued to return to the house.

Ever since their wedding, Thea had made her home in the hilltop residence.

She was a remarkable artist. At just ten years old, she gained recognition as a prodigy for creating a painting that surpassed ordinary expectations. Many believed her artistic skills were exceptional and predicted her rise to prominence in the field, which ultimately came to pass.

However, following her marriage, Thea's artistic style underwent a transformation and was no longer recognizable.

Thea's mentor had earnestly attempted to steer her, but with little success. Eventually, Thea abandoned her art and even resisted the idea of holding a paintbrush.

Silas entered Thea's workspace.

Upon seeing the artwork on the stand, he was momentarily taken aback.

A few brushstrokes, yet incredibly realistic.

Mrs. Brown noticed the illumination in the studio and approached. Spotting Silas, she was mildly surprised: "Sir."

Silas glanced up: "When did Thea create this piece?"

Mrs. Brown answered: "On the day you arrived with Miss Jane."

Silas acknowledged with a nod, his mouth attempting a smile, but failing to do so.

After exiting the studio, he made his way to his and Thea's shared quarters. He had repeatedly assured himself that his and Thea's divorce was merely a facade.

Once the difficulty passed, he planned to propose to Thea again and organize an elaborate wedding ceremony.

Yet inexplicably, he felt a void within.

He dismissed all of Thea's earlier statements as words spoken in frustration.

This was Thea and his dwelling, how could she not return.

"Tap tap-" Abruptly, there was a knock at the main bedroom door. Silas, seated at the bed's edge, looked up. It was Jane.

She was dressed in light clothing, her cheeks slightly pink, standing at the entrance, silently observing Silas.

"What brings you here?" he inquired.

Jane nibbled her lip: "I felt uneasy staying alone at the hotel, so I came to find you."

"Is it-" She lowered her gaze as she continued: "Am I intruding?"

Silas's forehead creased slightly, but he still replied: "It's alright, though it's quite late now."

"I'll request Mrs. Brown to ready a guest room for you. You can spend the night here."

As he was about to summon Mrs. Brown, Jane stepped into the room, her soft eyes fixed on Silas.

"Silas, I'd prefer not to stay in the guest room," she said quietly.

"Would that be acceptable?" she asked hesitantly.

Silas's brow furrowed further, his thin lips parting to decline, but upon meeting her slightly reddened eyes, his resolve weakened.