Love Is a Sweet Addiction

The light from Terence’s bedroom was off, so he must be sleeping.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Standing in front of his bedroom, Esther took a deep breath and pushed the door.

She was surprised that the door wasn’t locked, so she poked her head through and looked around. Terence wasn’t in the room.

He was not on the sofa, not on bed, and not in the bathroom since the light was off.

Maybe he was in the inner room.

She hesitated and squeezed through the door and walked to the inner room quietly.

Except for last time she accidentally got into this place before she married him, this was the first time she came here and she was uninvited. She was so nervous and was walking on eggshells.

In the dim light from outside the window, she could tell that it was a study room. But the light was off, so he wouldn’t be there either.

It seemed that Terence was not here. Perhaps he hadn’t returned home yet.

So, she decided to return to her room. Just as she was about to leave, she was spooked by something on the wall. Was it a shadow? Or a painting?

She quickly turned on the flashlight on her phone and moved the light to the wall. It was a painting, she relaxed.

To her surprise, the painting was the portrait of a woman who looked pure and pretty.

Was she his lover? Or, his ex-girlfriend? Anyway, she must be someone important to him, so he would hang her painting on the wall in his bedroom.

She was very curious and walked closer to the painting. Under her flashlight, she checked the woman in the painting carefully.

After a while, she moved the flashlight closer to the painting and rubbed her eyes. How could this be? Somehow, she felt this woman and her looked a little alike.

Especially the eyes and the shape of the nose … she wasn’t being narcissistic, it was simply true.

She wondered who this woman was to Terence, and what was her name….

She checked around the painting but didn’t find her name. Maybe it wasn’t written down.

She lifted the flashlight up and checked on the woman in the painting again. She searched this image in her mind, as if she was trying to identify it in her memory.

“What are you doing?” A cold voice suddenly came from behind. Esther was shocked and her phone fell on the floor.

The flashlight from the phone was covered, so it was dark again. She turned around instantly.

She saw a man standing behind her. From the height of this man, she could tell that he was Terence. Besides, this was Terence’s bedroom, who else could he be.

Damn it, he caught her. And he sounded mad. What could she do?

Now that she was caught, and had no idea of what would happen to her next. What was the point of taking so much risk, if she couldn’t take a good look at him?

She would see how he looked clearly, and ran away. That was the plan!