“Oh my,” the lady gasped upon the sight of paintings lined up on the walls of the hidden library inside Sander’s study. Most of the framed pieces are in the style of abstract art. Looking at those bright colors could evoke one’s radical thoughts. “I thought you stopped painting in your teenage years? When did you do all these?”
“Yes. I stopped doing this publicly after I assumed office at the company,” he replied while trailing behind her. “Some are from that time. But I would go here whenever I feel stressed and dab on something until I feel lighter.”
Primrose halted her steps and glanced over her shoulder to throw a sharp look in her husband’s direction. “How come I never knew of this room? I’ve been living under this roof for months now.”
“Well, a lot has happened. And I didn’t th
