With that, Rockwell swept the sobbing Chesca into his arms and carried her out.
Watching this unfold, Solenne found it laughable.
‘If this isn’t true love, what is?’
Rockwell loved Chesca so blindly, he forgave her even after knowing she had cheated on him.
When the spectacle was over, the crowd began to disperse.
Solenne was about to leave when a staff member from the gallery called out loudly, “Ma’am! The painting Mr. Stettheimers just bought for you… He didn’t sign for it. You need to take it with you!”
Upon hearing this, Chesca’s ex-husband—who was still lying on the floor from the blow—suddenly gathered all his strength and stood up. He grabbed the same painting that had just been used to hit him.
The frame was made of solid wood—heavy, painful if used as a weapon.
From the staff’s words, the French guy inferred that Solenne had some connection to Rockwell. Enraged, he charged at her and swung the painting.
“He smashed me. Now? I’ll smash this bitch who’s close to him!”
Solenne didn’t have time to dodge. She could only raise her hands to shield her head.