Chapter 528 An Artists Oath (1/2)

It was too late. Rachel had already peeled off the white covering on the last drawing board. The portrait took her by surprise.

Who was the woman in the painting?

She had loose black hair that cascaded down her face and gave it a beautiful frame.

The girl in the portrait was blissfully lost in dreams, with a smile on her lips. She was naked except for the quilt that wound artfully around her body to hide her private parts. Her slim legs pushed out from under the quilt and her waist, shoulders and lower abdomen were crafted onto a curvy body.

The aesthetic value of the painting was astounding. Marcus had an excellent skill in painting and this portrait could easily be a masterpiece. The woman in the painting was life-like and every inch of her body had been painted exquisitely.

If...

If the woman in the painting had not been her, Rachel would truly have been able to appreciate the work of art.

The white covering that Rachel held slid to the floor. Without saying a word she turned around and walked to the door. Just as she neared the door, she felt Marcus's hand close around her wrist.

”Don't avoid me. I have painted just one portrait like that, and no one has seen it. I promise that I will not paint you like that any more!” Marcus apologized for his painting.

In the eyes of the painter, the human body was a beautiful piece of art. The painting flowed out of Marcus's expert hands, without any adulteration of colours or intent. He had never even thought of exhibiting the painting to the public. This painting was flawless and pure and Marcus would not allow the eyes of other people to profane it.

”Release my hand.”

Rachel said coldly. ”You say you wouldn't. But who knows? I can't control your hands if you choose to paint like this. You might draw another naked picture of me again, and I will never know about it. Maybe you will even make it bolder or more obscene?”

Marcus didn't release her hand. Instead, he raised his other hand like a pledge, and said, ”I, Marcus, swear that I will never paint Rachel Ruan this way again. And that I will never allow another soul to know about this painting. If I break this vow, may God curse me with a violent death!”

Rachel paused for a second, startled by his actions. She had never thought that Marcus would swear on his life. She slowly withdrew her hand from his grasp and opened the door.

Just then, Celine and Unna, who had been eavesdropping from the keyhole, stood up straight as a rod as if nothing had happened.