You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 524

Don't take it to heart...

"He was just using me for fun after he was drunk, and I even..."

Lucille pursed her lips and mocked herself, but her heart felt so bitter that it was hard to suppress her

feelings.

That kiss from the night before and that sentence had opened up the scar hidden at the bottom of her

heart once more. She thought that she could rest assured this time, but she did not expect it to be the

nonsensical words of a drunk man.

However, she still took out her phone and replied, "Oh, that's alright."

Despite this, why were her hands that were holding the phone trembling so much? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The tears in her eyes that had long dried up fell again.

"How useless."

Lucille wiped her tears, looking down upon herself.

Franklin could calmly tell her to not take it to heart, yet she was feeling upset.

She thought about the days she had. All her unhappiness and all her sorrows... Most of them came

from him.

How could he easily affect her emotions? Lucille was not convinced.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Lucille, I remember you said that you have to go out this morning, right?"

When she was still staring at her phone in bed in a daze, Marie's voice came from outside the door.

"Yes, I have to go to the art academy today."

Only then did she remember that she obviously had more important things to do at that moment. She

had forgotten about her business because of Franklin.

She changed her clothes, put on some light makeup, and combed her hair.

Before she went out, she fed Aurora. After holding her for a while, she went out.

Zoel's car was already waiting at the front gates.

When she got inside, he only said one sentence, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." After that,

he didn't say anything else.

They drove all the way to the Three K Art

Academy.

Lucille originally thought that the Three K Art Academy was like a museum, but when the car stopped

at the entrance of an alley, Zoel led her around for another few hundred meters. They finally stopped in

front of the entrance of an antique courtyard.

"It's here?"

Lucille looked at the antique door in front of her. There was only an extremely small sign beside the

door, which read the Three K Art Academy.

"Yup."

As he spoke, he went forward and pressed the video intercom.

This kind of place gave off a strange feeling, especially when there was a video intercom.

Soon, the video intercom lit up. After a moment of silence, an old man's voice sounded, "Mr. Zoel,

you're here. Please wait for a moment."

After a few seconds, some beeping sounds came from the door.

Zoel walked to the gates and pushed open the door of the quadrangle courtyard. Then, he turned

around to face Lucille and said, "Let's go."

He was rather silent that day.

The Three K Art Academy had a quadrangle courtyard. When they entered, an old man in a suit waited

at the door. When he saw Zoel, he respectfully greeted him and said, "Mr. Zoel, please follow me."

He took Lucille inside, and they soon arrived at the main hall.

An old man was sitting in the middle of the main hall. He was also dressed in a suit, albeit a white one,

and his sleeves were stained with black ink.

The old man stood with a straight back, looking highly spirited.

"Grandpa, this is the person I told you about, Lucille." As soon as Zoel entered, he quickly walked

towards the old man and introduced her to him.

"Nice to meet you."

When she heard Zoel call the old man 'grandpa', she knew that he was the dean of the Three K Art

Academy, Ralph.

She stood there cautiously. She feared that she would be driven out if she made a wrong move or said

something inappropriate.

"Okay." Ralph looked at her thoroughly and nodded. "There's a pen and a piece of paper over there.

Make a quick sketch."

"A quick sketch?"

She was a little surprised.

"Yes, start drawing," Ralph said as he sat steadily on his seat. He did not think that he had said

something wrong.

When she worked in Zoel's gallery, she would occasionally make quick sketches in her free time.

However, compared to the past, her skills had degraded a lot, so she was a little nervous.

However, at this moment, since Ralph had asked her to make a quick sketch, she had no choice but to

pick up the tools next to her and asked nervously, "What do you want me to draw?"

Ralph thought for a moment. He pointed at Zoel, "You little rascal, go outside and run three laps."

He was dumbfounded, "Me?"

"Who else? I can't let Hugo run, can I?" Hugo was the old man who had brought them in.

"Alright."

Zoel still did as he was told, although he was a little unhappy.

As soon as he started running, Ralph pointed at him, "Draw him in his running state."

"Okay."

Lucille nodded. In truth, she had already known the exam question. She stared at Zoel and started to

draw.

"I remember that the examination time in high school is 15 minutes, sol'll give you 15 minutes," Ralph

said. He picked up a cup of tea on the table next to him, blew on it, and took a sip.

Lucille was devoted to her sketch while Zoel ran outside.

Fifteen minutes later, she finished the quick sketch and handed it to Ralph.

Ralph frowned when he saw it. "How long has it been since you last drew?" He asked in a displeased

tone.

"I haven't drawn ever since I graduated from college. I've only occasionally drawn when I worked at Mr.

Parker's gallery," she spoke truthfully.

Realizing that his grandfather's expression was not good, Zoel quickly explained, "She was married

before and met a bad person. Her husband didn't want her to draw, and so she..."

"That's enough. If you like to draw, you wouldn't have so many excuses."

Ralph glanced at him with a look of disgust.

"Master Zane, you are right. Back then, I lost myself trying to please others."

Lucille had really lost herself on the day she decided to marry Franklin.

She even lost herself the previous night...

He could destroy the inner wall she tried so hard to build in an instant.

Ralph raised his head and looked at Lucille, who was standing in front of him. Her eyes were filled with

regret and bitterness. He could not help curling his lips as he threw the painting aside. "Let me tell you.

It is useless to tell me your difficulties here. Many people in this world are more miserable than you."

"I know," she nodded.

At this moment, she had already prepared for the worst.

Ralph asked, "What can you draw?"

"I'm good at oil painting, and I can do water painting too," she said quickly.

Zoel also took the opportunity, "Remember the painting I brought a few days ago? She painted it before

she gave birth, and I think it's great."

Ralph glared at him, "How about this? Since you are introduced by this brat, I will teach you for two

months. If you have the talent, I can accept you as my disciple and teach you for two or three years at

most. If you don't have it, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

"Thank you!"

Lucille bowed happily as she thanked him.

"Don't be glad so soon. I'm just too free these days, but if you don't work hard, or if you don't have any

talent, it will be useless no matter who introduces you!"

"Okay, thank you for giving me a chance."

She thanked Ralph for giving her a chance.

"Don't thank me," he showed no mercy. He looked at the drawing that she had just drawn and shook

his head repeatedly. "With your foundation, there is a 90 percent chance you will be kicked out. No, a

hundred percent."

"Ahem! Grandpa!" Zoel reminded him from the side.

"Fine, 90 percent," he said.

Lucille looked at them. For a moment, she felt that the two of them were a bit similar. Although Ralph

was old, he still seemed childish.