Serena felt as if something was stuck in her throat, unable to move or speak.
The people around her gasped softly.
"With that figure, no wonder all the men in California were heartbroken when Serena got married."
"I heard she's quite aloof. I never expected her to be willing to be a nude model."
The smile and ambiguity were barely concealed.
Serena felt as if she had been stripped naked in public, standing here alone.
The stares around her felt like quicksand, slowly drowning her.
Memories flooded back—back when she still considered Jennifer her closest sister.
Hearing that she couldn't find a suitable model, Serena would postpone her meetings to stay with her.
When she was coaxed into taking off her clothes, she felt she was being sentimental. It was clearly for art.
She thought it was out of sisterly affection, but it turned out Jennifer had lied to her once again.
How could she be so stupid as to treat this bitch like a real sister?
Looking around, all she could see were sculptures of herself.
Most of them were naked, completely, in various poses.
Jennifer's skills were excellent and having lived with her for so many years, each sculpture was incredibly lifelike.
Serena felt a nausea rising in her stomach. She searched everywhere for Jennifer, wanting to confront her in person, but her gaze was drawn to another sculpture.
It was half leaning on the armrest of the sofa, with the head slightly tilted back, the lips slightly parted and the eyes slightly reddened.
Her throat tightened.
That was the expression only appeared on certain undisclosed moments.
Only one person had ever seen it.
Only the person lying on top of her had the chance to look down and see her in such a state of loss of control.
Felix.
Why did it appear here?
She almost instinctively raised her head and looked at the display label beside her. [Action Reference: Private Image.]
She felt a cold hand gripping her heart tightly.
On those nights, the man held a camera and pestered her, saying, "Serena, you're so beautiful, I'll keep a memento."
She initially refused.
However, he kissed her ear and whispered coaxingly. "Just once, I swear, I'll never show it to anyone else."
She eventually believed him.
Closed her eyes and pretended not to see the flickering red light. All the tenderness and trust she had given him were now crushed into a cold, hard stone, leaving for others to judge.
Someone chuckled and said, "That's quite a daring position."
"So Ms. Danish is quite the player in bed."
“What high-and-mighty lady? She must’ve been trained by countless men to become like this.”
Laughter poured over her like buckets of dirty water from all directions.
Her gaze met Felix's. He strode over and pressed her shoulder. "Serena, listen. Your sister said she needs some references for dynamic movements and I thought you'd agree since you always dote on her the most."
Serena looked up, her eyes bloodshot. "You're losing your mind!"
He frowned, his well-hidden cynical playboy demeanor resurfacing. "Serena, stop being so sentimental, okay? It's art. People are appreciating your beauty, nothing else ...."
Before he could finish speaking, she slapped him in the face!
