you chose her so i married better 49
Chapter 49
Genevieve leaned against the car window, feeling exhaustion wash over her in waves.
The lights in front of her eyes rapidly faded, blurring into a haze of colors.
Soon, she fell asleep. She no longer looked as aloof as she did during the day. Her features softened as she slept, and her long lashes cast a slight shadow under her lids.
Tristan couldn’t help but look at her side profile.
The traffic light in front of them turned red, and the car slowed to a stop.
It was as if someone had put the world on pause for a moment.
It was so quiet inside the car that Tristan could hear his own heartbeat. He leaned toward Genevieve, almost as if he were in a trance. He could smell a clean, woody scent coming from the ends of her hair, and a mild floral note that smelled exactly like the irises he had given her.
He left a warm, gentle kiss on her cheek, as faint as a whisper.
Genevieve’s eyelashes quivered slightly.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. She didn’t dare to open her eyes. She had to continue pretending to be asleep, but her body was incredibly tense.
Tristan straightened up and put his hands back on the steering wheel as if nothing had happened.
He looked at the traffic light, which had just turned green. The smile on his lips simply
wouldn’t go away.
It turned out his wild kitten was pretending to be asleep.
The car stopped in front of Blossom Studio.
“We’re here,” Tristan said, waking her up.
At last, Genevieve could stop pretending to be asleep. As if she were just waking up, she
rubbed her eyes and undid her seatbelt stiffly. Not once did she look at Tristan.
“Thanks.” She pushed the door open and was about to step outside.
“Genevieve,” Tristan suddenly called out to her. “There’s an art exhibition taking place soon. Should we go see it together?”
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Genevieve refused without any hesitation. “I’m busy.”
Then she turned and walked into the building without looking back.
Tristan watched her slim figure disappear behind the glass doors and chuckled to himself.
Meanwhile, Genevieve only let out a deep sigh of relief once the door closed behind her.
The whole studio was silent, making her uncontrollable heartbeat seem even louder.
She raised a hand and gently touched the cheek Tristan had just kissed with trembling fingers. It felt as if the warmth of his lips was stuck to her skin.
Her heart was in turmoil. She should have pushed him away!
After calming herself down, Genevieve busied herself in the studio for the rest of the night.
Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, rendering her unable to focus.
She set down the pipette in her hands. She needed something else to distract her.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Hannah poked her head in.
“Gen, there’s an invitation for you.”
Hannah presented a card to her as if it were a treasure.
The invitation card was dark green with embossed golden edges. It was subtle yet tasteful.
“It’s from Greg Sanders,” Hannah added, her tone full of admiration. “He’s been incredibly popular recently. It’s hard to buy one of his paintings even if you have tons of money. I never knew he was your friend!”
Genevieve opened the card. The title of the art exhibition was “Shh… Listen“.
Hannah passed her phone to Genevieve, showing her the digital brochure. Pointing at one of the paintings, she said, “Look—this is the main piece. It’s called ‘Intertwine‘.”
Genevieve was immediately drawn to the painting.
Dark green vines intertwined tightly around a huge canvas. They pushed each other aside as they struggled to escape from a deep, dark abyss, clawing their way toward the faint glow of light seeping in through a crack in the wall.
It exuded an intense need for survival. Each vine screamed a stubborn desperation to live, and
the emotion within the painting nearly burst through the canvas.
Hannah noticed Genevieve’s strange expression and leaned over. Quietly, she asked, “Gen, is this similar to what you pictured when you made Road to Nowhere?”
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It wasn’t just similar.
It was just as aloof, just as full of struggle, and just as full of desperation to live.
Road to Nowhere was the most private, sorrowful perfume she had ever made. It was inspired by the most difficult times in her life.
Hannah suddenly blinked at Genevieve suggestively and said in a teasing tone, “I guess Mr. Sanders is showing you how much he misses you even from far away, huh?”
She had heard about how Greg had pursued Genevieve for many years.
Genevieve shook her head with a laugh. The panic she had been feeling because of Tristan had finally disappeared.
“He’s just a friend,” she said, putting the invitation down. “Let’s go to the exhibition on the opening day. I need to prepare a gift for him.”
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