And to my surprise again, while the rest of the house was decorated well with the furniture I chose, the master bedroom was left untouched. Except the king-sized bed. Even the walls needed paint. When I threw a confused glance at him, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“I want you to decorate our room with your own hands and presence. From the color of the walls to the furniture, I want you to set everything as you want,” he said.

A smile graced my lips. “Why only me, though? You’re also going to stay here. Your choice also matters. What if I turn this room into a pink kingdom?”

He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss on my neck. “I don’t care if it’s a kingdom of pink or purple as long as you’re here with me. Do you think when my sun will be before me, I’ll be able to see anything else beyond that?”

Letting out a shaky breath, I leaned into him. As cheesy as it was, every word fluttered my heart. He was always good with his words. They always managed to make me fall deeper in love with him, even if it was possible.

“What now?”

Pulling away, he grasped my hand in his. “My study. Come, I have something important to show you.”

“What is it?”

He looked at me. “A little glimpse of my past.”

SIXTY-FIVE: THE REVELATION - PART 1

Once in the newly organized study, I found it similar to his office in the OC Textiles, and of course, decorated with my chosen furniture. Similar dark wooden desk, two long shelves filled with files and books, a gray leather couch in a corner and a small golden chandelier hung right above the desk.

Except one thing.

The huge picture frame on the wall, covered with a white sheet. The same one I saw in this room during my last visit. I still remembered that blue diamond ring on her finger was unconcealed. But this time, the sheet hid it whole.

I had the same question again. Whose picture was that?

Still securely clutching my hand in his, he stood before the picture. A soft sigh left him.

“Ace?” My voice came out as a whisper.

Rising his hand, he tugged at the sheet, letting it fall on the floor. My eyes widened slightly.

It wasn’t a picture. It was a painting. Painting of his mother, Ophelia.

As graceful and sophisticated as ever, she stood there with her head held high. Confidence sparkled in her blue eyes. The navy-blue velvety gown hugged her petite body perfectly when dark red lipstick sat on her lips, bringing her smile to life. My eyes fell on the blue diamond on her finger. It was evidence of her high-class status and taste.