Everard was still sitting stark naked on the pile of mess that he had created.
The color of his irises had finally reverted back from bright amber to ebony. However, his eyes were still focused on the painting of Anastasia.
After witnessing Anastasia willingly being carried by someone else, he wasn’t sure if he still had the right to hold on to her portrait.
“What do I do with you now that your owner has married someone else?” he mockingly laughed at the portrait and his own fate.
He then glared at the portrait with a hint of anger in his eyes and mumbled in a husky voice, “And you told me you weren’t available for the suitors! What changed, Anna? Was he able to win your heart by doing something that I didn’t do for you?”
He clenched his teeth and was about to crumble that portrait.
However, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He could never.
