Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 2986

Gwen and Winson made a beeline straight to the art show as soon as they entered the exhibition center.

There were indeed plenty of Theo's artworks displayed there, and the first one was the portrait he had painted of Luna.

"What a talented man," Winson could not help lamenting as he gazed at the painting.

'Oh my. I can't believe Theo managed to capture the essence of Luna's beauty so perfectly!' Gwen thought to herself as she stared at the painting.

Although this was only a painting of Luna's back as she chased after a kite, wearing a simple white dress, Gwen could not help being reminded of the early memories that she shared with Luna.

They had been so happy and carefree at one point…

Who would have thought that a few years from that point in time, Luna would have almost died, been forced to undergo plastic surgery, and even gone through such devastating events such as losing her best friend and going to jail for attempted murder?

As for Gwen, on the other hand…although she had lost only Luke, it felt as though she had died a thousand times over.

As much as they wanted to, none of them could ever return to the carefree moments of their youths.

After staring at the painting for a long time, Gwen finally sighed and snapped out of her stupor. She turned to glance at Winson. "Didn't you say there was a painting of me? Where is it?"

The color drained from Winson's face when he heard this. The truth was, this was just an excuse he had thought of to get Gwen to come into the city with him. That was the only way his plan of letting her get hit by a car would work and he could swoop in to save her like a damsel in distress. He was hoping that by doing so, Gwen would fall over heels for him, and it would no longer matter that he had lied to get her out of the house.

However, his plans were foiled by the man in black, and since he failed to save her life, he no longer had any leverage over Gwen. At the mention of the painting, Winson had no choice but to simply point at a painting nearby and stutter, "Well…isn't this a painting of you?"