CHAPTER 24

　　Darwin’s brain is storming with Typhoon Minerva—again.

　　         He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She and that Lushan boy.

　　         ‘Who the hell is that bastard?!’His thoughts bounced within the walls of his mind. ‘Why does Minerva seem closed with him?’

　　         Darwin was indeed acting like a child, but he doesn’t give a damn about that. The only thing that he would gladly give his damn attention is her and her only. And Lushan Angeles, for now.

　　         He was walking in the hallway towards the veranda of Chateau Bellerose when he noticed something by the wall.

　　         It was Minerva—but in a painting.

　　         Darwin looked closer, walked nearer. The signature of his father was in the bottom right of it in white.

　　         “It’s been a long time since dad painted,” he reminisced. He closed the distance with the painting on the wall. Darwin, then, realized it wasn’t Minerva.