Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 120

Sofia’s POV

Once he had gone after that part, he switched towards the parts about explaining the types of brushes

which new beginners were supposed to be making use it, in order to make the whole introduction into

painting for them be more simple and mot as hard and complicated as it would seem if we had started

our painting journey by making use of a paint brush that was meant for a pro, and not a new beginner.

It was a good that I had gotten so many kinds of brushes and that I hadn’t just gotten a few kinds and I

recognized the kind of brush which he was referring to. It was the brush that looked like the most boring

Kike in the whole packs of brushes evifg inhar gottrn, because it barely had any kind of design on its

body compared to other kinds of brushes which had different kinds of nice looking designs and

intricates on it.

I paused the video and stretched my hand out to pick up the pack of juice which was placed right

before me on the counter, and I picked the carton of juice up in order to down a few full mouthfuls all at

once.

The cold drink slid down my throat almost immediately and I loved how it was cooling up my throat all

at once, as well as the other parts of my mouth like the roof of my mouth, the sides of my mouth and so

on.

I placed the pack of juice back on the counter and proceeded to play the video right from where I had

paused it at and proceeded to start watching it from where I had passed it in. The video continued for

almost immediately and the host then proceeded to tell us the kind of canvas which he’d advise new

beginnings to Keke use of. This was another reason as to why I said it was a good thing that I had

shopped for a lot of painting related stuffs at once instead of getting the stuffs little by little, and I was

super glad that I had purchased this particular type or canvas which the host

Had been referring to. I continued to watched the video and watched as the video suddenly got blank

only to come back to life after about five seconds, and here, it revealed that the msn was stabbing

before a canvas which he had been referring to, moments ago, the type of painting brush which he had

been referring to was also being held in his right hand.

He waved at the camera wiry a small smoke playing scrodd his lips before he proceeded to turn around

until he was racing the painting board which he was currently standing before, and had been backing

all these while. I watched as he dipped his brush into a yellow paint and started to move the brush on

the once blank canvas and I watched as he moved the brush really slowly and lightly against the blank

canvas.

It was the complete opposite of what I had befnexoectikg this whole painting thing to be like and

although I had been expecting it to be easy, I hadn’t expected to feel like I had gotten a hang of it

almond immediately I had started watching it. Because I had been imagining it up in my head that it

was going to be really hard and confusing for me to understand because I hadn’t tried something like

that out before, but to my surprise, halfway into the video and I was already starting to feel like it was

going to be really easy for me to get a hang of. I paused the still playing video and picked up my pack

of juice to take a sip pot of it, feelimg the cold liquid soak up my tongue befute it slipped down my throat

ever so slowly.

After placing the drink back on tbe counter, I picked up the bag of chips and started to take pieces of it,

throwing it into my mouth almost immediately until my mouth was almost filled up with the pieces of

chips, and then I began to chew on it slowly. Once I was done with the whole chewing and swallowing

of the chips, I picked up my carton of drink and poured a full mouthful into my mouth in order to use it to

wash the chips down my throat.

I puffed out a deep breath a few seconds after I had returned the drink back into its spot on the counter,

and then I proceeded to start playing the video once again, right from where I had paused it at.

It was a real shame that the video ended up finishing when the video was starting to get really

interesting and intriguing, but the host had said there was a part two and that it was on his profile right

before the video finished.

And as suspected, of course I was going to ignore tne remaining videos which I had downloaded into

my phone last night, and instead go into this particular host’s orifice in order to go watch the second

part – because he had ended the video in the part that was really intriguing, where as he had almost

completed what he had been drawing, and it had looked so huge and I just couldn't wait for him to

complete the whole thing on video and show us the end results.

I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly as I made my way into his profile immediately after I

had turned my data subscriptions on, and once the phone network had successfully connected with the

internet, I made my way into his profile smoothly and even moved towards the part where I could see

all of his uploaded videos, and this man sure do have a whole lot of videos which was relating to

painting.,. It seems like that was the only thing he does on the app, I could tell by the whole thumbnails

on all of his videos as I was scrolling through the videos on his profile.

I found his second part of the video after a little while and I clicked on it almost immediately, and

proceeded to pause it after a moment. I then got down from the high chair and started to make my way

into the sitting room. I gathered my chips and carton of juice off the counter and was out of the kitchen

in the blink of an eye, making my way into the sitting room after a few minutes.

I sank into one of the couches in the sitting room which had a side table beside it, and I placed the

carton of juice on it, as well as the bag of chips before folding my legs beneath my body on the couch

and proceeding to click on the video in order to play the video from where I had paused it at. Of course

I had taken my sandakan off my pop socks before I had lifted my legs unto the couch beneath my body.

I was so engrossed in the video which I was watching on my phone that I hadn’t noticed the person

who had made his way into the sitting room and was watching me pointedly, with their body leaning

against the side of the entrance of the sitting room.

I chuckled at something the host had said which was super funny and after I had thrown my head back

while laughing a little, my eyes had landed on the person who was watching me. My eyes didn’t

register that piece of information at first and had returned back to glue itself on the screen of the phone

at first, right before it dragged itself off the face of the phone to move back to the image of the body

witch eyes had ghosted over for a fast second, moments ago.

The breath which had hitched in the lower part of my thrust without me realizing it, whoosh out from my Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

throat after a moment of me taking in who the person who had been standing at the side of the

entrance of the sitting room, was.

It was Ryan.

And the relief which had washed over me at that very moment had been oh so strong and intense,

because the realization that Luca was a kind of dangerous and bad person to be able to have so much

enemies had been able to hit home more, thanks to the little conversation which i had had with Ethan in

the art room some hours ago, when I had stood before the opened window and they had come in to

see me standing before it.

But then the relief had morphed into something else after a few seconds.

“What are you doing here, Ryan?”