Leopold's voice was as cold as a winter breeze, sending shivers down Aurelia’s spine, almost causing her to jump out of her chair in surprise.
“Mr. Leopold. When did you get here?”
For a man of his stature, he moved eerily silent, like a ghost!
Leopold stretched out his hand, covering her head. “You draw well.”
She was imaginative, and her creativity seemed to manifest in her dreams.
Aurelia took it as a compliment. After all, she hailed from one of the most renowned art schools in the nation, which landed her this job.
“Mr. Leopold, why are you here so late?”
Leopold poured himself a glass of water.
He didn't know what got into him lately.
Usually, he enjoyed solitude. He would retreat to his villa after work to relish the silence.
But these past few days, he felt increasingly bored. He took drives aimlessly, and somehow, he ended up here.
He took a sip of water, his expression as cold as ice. “It's my place. I can come and go as I please.”
Aurelia was dumbfounded. She was a living human being, not the air for him to breeze through. His casual comings and goings were disrupting.
“Suit yourself.”
She turned back to her drawing, adding a small rabbit.
Leopold frowned. What kind of rabbit had a mechanical leg? Was this some strange rabbit?
“Why does the rabbit have a mechanical leg?”
“I just felt like it. Artists are free spirits. We draw whatever comes to mind,” Aurelia stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Really?” Leopold raised an eyebrow, “And what about this couple here? They just popped into your mind too?”
“Um. Yes!” Aurelia nodded hastily, feeling a strange knot in her stomach as if she had been caught red-handed.
Leopold put down his glass, stood up, and slowly walked over to her. He cupped her chin in his hand, “I feel like I recognize the man’s silhouette.”
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