Chapter 341: For Old Times’ Sake
At Lancaster Group Building
The moment Alexander stepped into his office, he instantly noticed the changes. His eyes landed first on a painting hanging prominently on the wall. It wasn’t exactly a masterpiece, it looked more like an amateur’s attempt at capturing something meaningful.
"Boss, that’s your greatest masterpiece!" Tyron chimed in enthusiastically from beside him. "You painted Mrs. Lancaster yourself, and you’ve always admired this piece!"
Alexander’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "I painted this?" he exclaimed. His eyes examined the painting more closely. It was unmistakably a side profile of a woman, clearly Rain. Though crude in technique, the raw emotion in the strokes gave it an undeniable charm.
His gaze shifted to a framed black-and-white photograph on another wall. It was of Rain, serene in sleep, her hair messily framing her face. Despite the simplicity of the shot, it captured her beauty in a way that made his breath hitch.
"This..." Alexander trailed off, his voice softer now. As he stared at the photograph, a sudden vision flashed through his mind. He could see himself crouching at the edge of their bed, camera in hand, capturing this very moment while she slept peacefully.
But then, a sharp, piercing pain lanced through his head. He winced and staggered, one hand clutching his temple.
"Boss! Are you okay?" Tyron asked, his voice filled with concern as he stepped closer to steady him.
Alexander took a deep breath, his vision clearing slowly, though the ache lingered. "I’m fine," he murmured, though his tone was uncertain. He glanced back at the photo, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and fragmented memories.