She’d been curious back then. ‘What kind of painting could capture his attention like that?’
She even checked the artist’s name—Chesca Sherald.
Rockwell had never been into art. Solenne used to think he was just trying to share an interest with her, trying to understand the things she loved.
That used to move her deeply.
But now she realized, ‘He… He’s never doing it for me. It’s just because the artist… is the woman he can’t have.’
“I just came back to grab my wristwatch,” she heard him say, snapping her back to the present. “It’s a gift from Chesca—her first one to me. I can’t possibly lose it. I want to wear it when I see her.”
“Fine. Just hurry up. I’m hanging up.”
Hearing that, Solenne quietly turned and headed back to the bedroom.
Not long after, Rockwell walked in. He picked up the wristwatch, grabbed a new outfit, and went into the bathroom.
He was quick—clearly rushing to get to the airport.
Before heading out, he even styled his hair with wax and sprayed on cologne—the kind meant to attract women.
Watching him carefully groom himself like a teenage boy going on his first date, Solenne’s chest tightened with jealousy.