The Los Angeles Travel Guide.
This is…… the same travel guide she made last year?
“Rowan has been thinking about this year’s tour, so I want you to take Rowan on the tour as originally planned, that’s my first condition.”
Isolde looked at the information in her hands with a complicated expression.
Every year since she and Vincent’s hidden marriage, she and Vincent had taken Rowan on a trip in the spring.
Every year she would carefully make a complete travel guide.
Vincent also makes a point of making time for it.
For this year’s travel guide, she made it last October.
It’s just that things are unpredictable.
At that time, she could never have imagined that in less than half a year, she and her father and son would be in such a situation.
Isolde looked at the information in her hand, but her heart was a little confused.
She clearly remembered that when she moved out, she had already thrown away this information.
How could Vincent still find it?
But that didn’t seem to be much of a point.
She raised her head and looked at Vincent, “What about the second condition?”
Vincent looked at her, his dark eyes sullen.
Isolde’s face was cold, and there were even no waves in her beautiful eyes.
Vincent turned around and walked to the shelf next to the floor–to–ceiling window.
The shelf is covered with a white cloth.
Vincent reaches out and pulls it–
The white cloth fell, and the painting on the easel appeared in front of Isolde’s eyes.
It was a portrait ink painting, the painting was not yet finished, but it already depicted the rough outline of a man.
Isolde’s pupils were rounded in disbelief!
How could this painting be here?
“This painting is me, right?” Vincent looked at her, his thin lips slightly hooked, “I like it very much, I want you to finish it as a souvenir for me.”
Isolde frowned.
This painting was originally a fifth anniversary gift she was going to give to Vincent.
She had started painting it since last May, and in order to surprise Vincent, she had always gone to the utility room alone and quietly to paint while Vincent was away and Rowan was sleeping.
But when she found out that Vincent was keeping a lover, she didn’t paint any more.
The painting was left in the utility room until the day she moved out, when she threw away the painting and the travel guide together.
But how come both of them were in Vincent’s hands now?
The shock and doubt in Isolde’s eyes, Vincent saw it in his eyes.
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“Are you trying to ask why these two things are in my hands?”
Isolde pursed her lips, her hand hanging at her side clenched.
Vincent walked towards her.
Isolde subconsciously stepped back and looked at him with guarded eyes. This painting is just a random drawing I did, and it’s not you who drew it.”
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