บท 198: Do You Love Me?

"Ethan..." Was all Shikera could say, as she stared at him in disbelief. Was this really her husband?

Ethan laughed inwardly at the way Shikera was staring at him. "He did leave his name though. He signed on this particular painting so if you can find him with your own connections, then you should go ahead," he stated, only to see her eyes brighten in relief.

"Where is the signature?" Shikera asked.

"Over there. Right on your peaches."

Mortified as she was, Shikera had no choice but to step closer to the painting to examine it carefully. And there on both of her breasts, was a word scrawled in curvy handwriting.

'Vincent.'

"I hate you, Ethan," Shikera whispered. She fell down to her knees in relief but Ethan was quick to catch her, lifting her up to rest against him.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked. His face could not be anymore serious than it was at this moment.