Benedict looked at me with a strong disgust that could not be dissolved. My eyes felt burned. So, I turned around and left.
When I turned around, I stepped on glass shards, but I still had to straighten my back so that no one could see my embarrassment. I found my best friend, Evelyn Bellamy.
I stayed at her house for a few days. Hearing me say everything, Evelyn was so angry that she stomped her feet.
“Even if Benedict is a block of thousand-year-old ice, you don’t have to marry that useless person from the Roussel Family!”
“You have paid so much for Charlotte. She didn't even have a word of thanks to you. What kind of Christian is that? She is just...”
She was suddenly silenced. At the door of the gallery, Benedict was carefully escorting Charlotte as they walked in. Charlotte was wearing a goose-coat dress, as pure as a daisy.
“This painting is so pretty!”
She suddenly pointed at the painting in front of us. “Benedict, you bought it for me, right?”
Evelyn immediately blocked in front. “We'll take a look first.”
Charlotte's eyes instantly turned red. Benedict had a cold face.
“Let Charlotte have it.”
“On what grounds?” Evelyn was so angry that she was trembling.