Chapter 23: Portraits of the Moon Goddess

After being kissed by Sofia, Willard's mood was much better. He brought everyone to admire the portraits of the moon goddess that he had collected. These portraits came from all over the world, from different eras and packs. Everyone admired the moon goddess, but they had never seen her before. They used various methods to imagine her and express their admiration for her. In upper-class society, exchanging and gifting portraits of the moon goddess was the noblest way to socialize. I never thought that I would be able to see so many portraits of her at once. Some were still very new, and some were from long ago. The paintings hanging quietly on the wall might be signed by an artist who could shake the world and bring changes to the industry. It was fine only to see one painting, but when these dozens or hundreds of paintings appeared in front of me, for some reason, my tears fell uncontrollably. The moon goddess in those paintings looked different, but the common point was that she looked ahead kindly and compassionately. When they looked at me simultaneously, my entire soul trembled. The necklace around my neck also vibrated. It seemed as if it were about to crawl out of my clothes. Willard introduced the origins of these portraits and how he obtained them. I was engaged in his explanation and was no longer distracted by the portraits. I gradually calmed down, and the necklace seemed to have seen through my emotions. It also gradually calmed down and stopped vibrating. "This painting was given to me by an old man when I went to the North Pole to see the aurora three years ago." Willard pointed to a painting of the moon goddess sitting by the river. Simon's eyes were solemn. "This is the work of the greatest painter, Steele. It's said that he has been dead for more than ten years. He couldn't have given it to you... Did someone else give it to you?" Willard shook his head. "At that time, I also thought it was someone else, but he was the real Steele. He was a wolf of Erindo and had longevity genes. It's reasonable that he lived longer than others." Sofia was fascinated. She asked curiously, "Then what happened between you and the painter named Steele?" "Not only is he a painter, but he's also a combat expert. I learned ten moves from him and have never lost to anyone since." While everyone was sighing with emotion, Willard pointed at another painting and said, "Look at this painting. The moon goddess seems to be looking at the human world worriedly from the Moon Palace. This painting is...." Before he could finish, I interrupted excitedly, "Andre, also known as the King of Paintings on Earth, painted this." I stood far away from the painting. And the artist's signature was tiny in the corner. I wasn't able to see it. I went forward and looked at the painting with joy in my eyes. "I've seen a lot of Andre's paintings. His paintings are rich in color, and the style is clear, but this painting is completely different from the past in color and style. Willard, do you know why?" He looked troubled. "I've never seen Andre in person, so I'm unsure how this painting was drawn." At this moment, Locas laughed. "Haha, I know how it was drawn. At that time, a child was only one year old and was incredibly naughty. His mother was exhausted from taking care of the child. She had just changed clean bedsheets, but the child poured paint on them when she turned around. She was so sad that she wanted to cry. The child's grandfather used his daughter's expression as a blueprint to draw this painting. That's right. I'm that child. Andre is my grandfather." "Oh my god, Andre is your grandfather! He is my favorite painter. When I was young, I copied Andre's paintings every day for a long time. My dream was to be a painter then." I was too excited and asked Locas, "Can you take me to visit Mr. Andre when you're free? Please." Locas smiled mysteriously. "Then you have to make me happy. Perhaps I'll bring you there when I'm in a good mood. Because my grandfather has a strange personality, visiting him can hurt my vitality." Krell could not stand Locas's smug look anymore. He patted Simon's shoulder and said, "Let's go. Let's take Sofia home. If we stay here any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist hitting him." Is Sofia going Home? I was too focused on the painting to notice this. Sofia sighed. "The dessert shop I work at needs me back. I was so happy today that I forgot I have a part-time job besides my official one." Locas jokingly asked Krell, "How low is your company's salary? The employees still have to get part-time jobs. Sofia, whenever you can't stand Krell's stinginess, come to my company. The pay in my company is very generous." Sofia came over to hug me and say goodbye. Then, she said to Locas despairingly, "Unfortunately, my mother opened the dessert shop. I can't escape it no matter what." Simon also took his coat and went out. "Krell and I will buy ingredients after seeing Sofia home. We'll have a barbecue tonight." As Sofia walked out, she said to the two men, "I'm very grateful and honored that you can take me home, but please don't let my mother see you. Otherwise, she will think that you're pursuing me. And then she will make my life miserable..." I was beyond caring about anything else. Andre was the first idol in my life. I didn't expect Locas to be his grandson. This was a pleasant surprise. After pulling Locas to sit on the sofa affectionately, I stood behind him and massaged his shoulders and back. "Mr. Locas, have you ever considered visiting your beloved grandfather next weekend?" Locas smiled slyly. "I might be scolded if I visit him myself, but if I bring my girlfriend back, he might even draw a painting on the spot if it makes him happy." I was overjoyed. As I was about to say something, I heard Willard say, "Excuse me for a moment. I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my room to rest." Willard's voice was cold, like I had never heard it before. I temporarily came out of the ecstasy of visiting Andre, looked at Willard's door worriedly, and asked Locas, "Why is he suddenly not feeling well? Is he okay?" He had a face full of mystery that said he knew everything. He pulled me hard from behind the couch to the front. I almost fell, but he pulled me back. Out of fright, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. "What are you doing? You scared me." He rolled over and pinned me under him. Before I could figure out what was going on, he lowered his head and sweetly kissed my lips. I was confused by his kiss, but his technique and rhythm mesmerized me. Every time I kissed him, I couldn't help but moan and wanted to cry out. I was wearing a low-necked tank top today. He casually reached his hand into my shirt. I struggled in shock. "Locas, are you crazy? There's someone else here." He stopped and placed his hand on my chest, along with his fierce kisses. I felt that my face was covered in saliva. When I was dizzy from his kiss, he suddenly unhanded me and moved away from my body.