Never Surrender - Chapter 6

---- Chapter 6 That painting was one of my proudest artworks. I thought no one else would remember it except me. Unexpectedly, Blaze still remembered it after so many years had passed. I felt a gentle tingle in the bottom of my heart. "I..." Lopened my mouth but did not know what to say. "Do you want to apply for a postgraduate program at an art academy?" he asked. "Yeah." "You can contact me if you need help. I majored in design in college. Maybe I can give you some advice." Looking at his well-defined profile, I felt a myriad of emotions in my heart.

My life had revolved around Matthew in my past life. I regarded him as my whole world, so I did not know that there were people in places I could not see who remembered my ambition. "Okay." I nodded vigorously. This time, I would not let myself down again. Blaze sent me home. After I got out of the car, he rolled down the window. "I'll have my assistant contact you ---- about the studio tomorrow." "Sorry to trouble you." He looked at me solemnly. "Jamie, you deserve better. It's no trouble at all." With that said, he drove away.

I stood there as I watched his taillights disappear into the night. I did not move for a long time. The next day, Blaze's assistant contacted me and took me to see the studio in the southern part of the city. It was an art district converted from an old factory, quiet and full of artistic atmosphere. Blaze's friend's studio was on the second floor. It was spacious with excellent natural light and faced a red brick wall covered in ivy. 1 fell in love with it almost instantly. The rent was much cheaper than I had imagined, and I readily signed the contract with my savings.

With my own studio, my motivation to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam increased even more. I moved all my art supplies there, and I spent almost all my time there. I only went home to eat and sleep. ---- Picking up a paintbrush again felt like rediscovering a part of me that had been lost for years. During this time, Matthew and Rosalie never bothered me again. I overheard my mother gossiping at the dinner table, saying that Matthew had somehow gotten together with Rosalie.

Miriam was furious, saying Rosalie, a vocational school graduate from a modest background, was completely unworthy of Matthew. My mother thought it was fine. "Rosalie may have a lower level of education, but she seems gentle and obedient. Given the Zackman family's situation, someone like her might make life easier." Ijust listened quietly, offering no comment. Gentle and obedient? In my past life, Rosalie had used that same facade to manipulate Matthew, causing chaos in our home.