Chapter 68: Volume 6 - CH 4

After Camilla left, Valhail came to see me with a painter.

“Pardon me, My Lady.”

He slowly raised his eyes through the gap in the open door and said, making eye contact with me.

“The Countess has  sent this painter.”

Valhail gained Camilla’s trust immediately after becoming a Camilla man.

It seemed that Camilla truly valued Valhail’s ability to infiltrate the top of the annex building in the dark of the night without a single sound.

It was to take the confinement-escort route when she forced me to marry later. Just like Shannon, who is now imprisoned.

“May I come in?”

He wasn’t acting like we were complete strangers, but he did act as if we weren’t close.

I was not particularly disappointed because his silent and serious appearance was exactly what I am familiar with.

However, he did appear frustrated that he couldn’t speak freely as he could when we were alone.

‘He’s staring at me too much……’

He fixed his gaze on me, as if he were going to say everything he wanted to say with his eyes instead.

‘I should have told him to find Camilla sooner.’

I was relieved to see Valhail more frequently than before. As much as this, he seemed to be the same.

“Co-come on in.”

From the moment the door is opened, the painter enters until the door closes again.

A deep gaze remained fixed on me.

“Lady Selina Crawford?”

As soon as the painter walked in, he exclaimed, “Woah!” in belittle admiration.

“You are very beautiful.”

“Wh-who……”

“My name is Isaac. I am a painter who made a name for myself in the south and moved to the west the day before yesterday.”

What’s this scammer smell?

Even though I only heard his rambling self-introduction, I got the impression that the guy has a sleek personality.

‘Hold on, Isaac?’

I felt like I’d heard it before……

Of course, I’d read his name in the book .

Where did he appear and who he is…… while tracing the identity of the painter Isaac……

“Wow, I can’t believe such a beauty exists.”

He walked in a circle around me as if the appraiser was grading jewels.

It seemed that Camilla had already explained to him that I was very foolish and naive.

“Your face is truly a work of art, but your body!!! Your body is really killing it.”

Isaac appeared to understand how to make the other person feel bad in his presence.

He drew a S with his hands and looked at my chest with filthy eyes.

“What the hell is going on with this jerk?”

What I was thinking on the inside was suddenly spilling out of my mouth.

“Yes?”

In surprise, Isaac raised his head and made eye contact with me.

I simply decided to act shamelessly innocent.

“What……”

When I tilted his head as if I didn’t understand, Isaac asked, “What did you just say?”

“I didn’t…… say anything.”

When I looked at him strangely, Isaac looked back at Valhail, as if wondering if he was the only one who heard it.

Valhail, who despised him, intimidated Isaac right away with his stony eyes.

“Ehm, I must have been hallucinating because it was hot.”

Scratching his head embarrassingly, he started talking about portraits in earnest.

“As you may wonder, I’m not going to paint here right now, My Lady.”

Isaac then pointed to his eyes.

“With these eyes, I saved everything and then began and finished the painting in my own space.”

When I was forced to look into those greasy eyes of his.

‘Ah, this bastard is that bastard!’

It popped into my head.

Isaac’s true identity.

‘The guy who got caught and executed because of his masterpiece painting!’