Chapter 1229: Chapter 1229: Han’s Painting Gifted to Iris Seys
Among socialites or female celebrities, the only outstanding point about Nicole Seys is her natural beauty and refreshing appearance. She belongs to the type that doesn’t stun at first sight, but becomes more appealing the longer you look at her.
However, after bringing her back to the Manor Estate from the bar that year, all women’s faces looked the same to him, with no distinction. Only Nicole Seys’ appearance could be vividly etched in his mind.
What’s so great about Nicole Seys...
If it were the time spent together a few years ago, he would say she had a gentle temperament, poised and elegant.
But now, Nicole Seys has taken away his two children, stabbed him in the back, and told him that everything from the past was a façade, just to take his life.
What’s so good about such a woman?
Nothing, Nicole Seys has nothing good, not even a bit; she’s cold-blooded and ruthless, heartless and deceitful.
Yet, this kind of woman took away five years of his wholehearted devotion, took all his attention, took all his warmth, leaving him with endless hatred...
Look, this is what makes that woman special, special enough that his hatred for her is unforgettable and impossible to let go for a lifetime!
In the Little Fishing Village villa, Jose Floyd and Nicole Seys stayed with Ryan Seys for several days.
Jose Floyd and Nicole Seys never mentioned the past, not even speaking a word to each other. Only Ryan Seys occasionally directed Jose Floyd to serve him, making Jose Floyd so frustrated with this little pest that his teeth itched.
Every time he got angry and wanted to throw Ryan Seys into the sea, Ryan always flashed a fresh, faint smile and called him "Uncle"!
Jose Floyd found Ryan Seys both irritating and lovable, but had no way to really deal with him!
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Brother Hanson was also recovering well thanks to the hospital’s care and Ariel Morris’ meticulous attention.
That day, Brother Hanson was holding a book that Ariel Morris had bought to entertain him, and borrowed a pen from the doctor, fully absorbed in drawing.
When Ariel Morris led Iris Seys in, they saw this scene: a quiet hospital room, Brother Hanson’s delicate features were like a work of art illuminated by sunlight, his side profile flawless.
"Brother Hanson, I brought you delicious treats," Iris Seys happily bounced over to Brother Hanson’s bedside.
Brother Hanson gave Ariel Morris a polite smile, then lowered his gaze to continue drawing.
Iris Seys leaned closer to Brother Hanson, her voice sweet and gentle: "Brother Hanson, are you drawing me?"
"No," Brother Hanson didn’t raise his head, focused on drawing.
Ariel Morris walked over, glanced at Brother Hanson’s drawing, and said, "This is really good; it’s clear you’ve had formal training. Brother Hanson, is drawing what you’re best at?"
"I excel at playing the piano." Brother Hanson’s long fingers danced across the paper, focused and intent.
"Brother Hanson, your drawing is so good, could you draw one for me?" Iris Seys’ clear and bright eyes fixed on Brother Hanson’s silhouette with a smile.
Brother Hanson paused, looked at Iris Seys’ sweet and charming smile, and nodded. He took a new sheet of paper and began to draw her smiling face.
Fully concentrated, Brother Hanson spent over an hour on the drawing, while Iris Seys rarely moved from the stool by Brother Hanson’s bed, remaining still and graceful.
Once the drawing was finished, Brother Hanson inscribed at the bottom: A painting for Iris Seys from Brother Hanson. (May your eyes remain as clear as they are now, and your life as serene as water.)
When Brother Hanson handed the painting to Iris Seys, Ariel Morris’ phone rang. Seeing the two kids getting along well, Ariel Morris confidently took her phone and stepped out of the room to answer the call.
"Brother Hanson, your drawing is really amazing," Iris Seys beamed with satisfaction as she held the drawing.
Brother Hanson smiled subtly, "I’ll be leaving in a couple of days. I’ve already notified my family to come and get me."
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