During the two days without Ellison Davis, Sage's inspiration of the painting increased more than before.

On Saturday afternoon, she had the servant prepare lunch, who left early, leaving her alone in the apartment.

Sage Eudora moved the drawing board to the outside of the balcony, looking at everything outside, her thoughts were very good.

It was very hot in Florida in June. But it is cool when the wind blew from a height of over twenty stories.

It was very rare for her to be able to draw so freely. In the two months she had been married into the Simmons Family, Kyrie Simmons called out to her every hour. Only when he was sleeping did she dare to use her brush.

However, Kyrie Simmons's temper was extremely extreme. If there was even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, he would immediately make a slap on her.

Not at all. It was just tearing up her paintings again and again, overturning her paints.

Sage Eudora had never thought that she would have a divorce from Kyrie Simmons.

The Eudora Family and the Simmons Family were engaged when they were children. From the day she married into the Simmons Family, she knew that she would die in the Simmons Family's grave.

Ellison Davis suddenly appeared. Although the scene was very awkward and their meeting was also very shameless, he still pulled her out from the Simmons Family cemetery.

With just this alone, Sage Eudora was still grateful towards Ellison Davis.

Actually, Ellison Davis had treated her pretty well. Compared to Kyrie Simmons, the most he could do to her was change his expression.

She seemed to be lost in thought. Only when she came back to her senses did she realize that the face of Ellison Davis appeared on her drawing board.

Sage Eudora looked at Ellison Davis who was on his drawing board, and his face slightly changed.

At this time, a sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Her expression changed. Before she could put away the drawing board, the man she had accidentally drawn walked in.

Sage Eudora's hand trembled, and the brush fell from her hand to the ground.

Ellison Davis had a rare change of clothes, under the white shirt were no longer black trousers, but light slacks.

The man's expression was still as cold as ever. He had long legs and walked to the balcony in a few steps. His black eyes stopped on her face for a moment. They swept towards the drawing board.

"President Davis —"

Sage Eudora remembered that the person painted on her drawing board was no other people, but instead, the person in front of her.

Her face stiffened. She subconsciously reached out to rip the drawing paper off the drawing board, but Ellison Davis moved faster than her.

As soon as she reached out her hand, he had her wrist in his hand.

Her strength was not as strong as his. She moved twice, but he held her tightly.

He looked at the drawing of himself for a while before turning his head to look at her. "It's not bad."

He let go of her hand and tilted his head to look at the suitcase beside her.

Sage Eudora's hand slightly trembled. Her whole body felt as if it was completely drained of energy. Looking at Ellison Davis's gaze falling on her luggage, her face instantly turned pale.

She sank back into the chair, pursing her lips, her mind blank.

"You learned painting?"

He suddenly turned his head to look at her. His gaze fell upon her. Even the best sunlight couldn't block his gaze.

Sage Eudora's mind was blank. She subconsciously opened her mouth, "I, only occasionally paint."

His brows twitched slightly. "Did Murray Tomson teach you?"

"Yes, I was taught by Mr. Tomson."

Ellison Davis looked at her for a moment, then bent down to pick up the brush again, "Finish this."