The room was so grand and dignified. Its colossal stature made it looked like a city museum. It was painted with white and golden colours, just like the other part of the house.
'Wow! What is this place? It looks so peculiar. So many huge paintings and portraits in one room.'
Flower glanced around the place awkwardly and delightfully. Around the room were large paintings, portraits and sculpture of different types of things and people, and even animals. There were portraits of Anthony himself, his childhood portraits and his teenage portraits too.
There were also paintings of some irrelevant people there, since Flower didn't know there faces, she ignored them. Flower could see paint brushes, watercolors, paints and many more object used for painting and designing.
Realization then dawned on Flower about something, 'I'm guessing he's responsible for all this paintings and portraits. I didn't realize that such a scoundrel like him could be this talented and skillful to have been able to create paintings as beautiful as this. This paintings are so incredible,' Flower thought.
She could see painting of the sunset, the moon and stars. There were several paintings of nature around the place, likewise the paintings of objects, birds and vases. It looked too magnificent to be realistic. In Flower's point of view, all this artwork seemed as though they were printed, however, there was still some that were not completed yet, meaning, it is yet to be drawn. Additionally, there didn't looked to be any signs of printing machine in the room.
Flower moved closer to the artworks, her lips were curved into a slight smile. She was a little hesitant to go further in at first, then she thought about something; 'Since that scoundrel is nowhere to be found. I might as well just explore just like I have always wanted. It won't hurt.'
Looking left and right to see whether or not Anthony was truly in the room just like Regina had uttered. 'He is nowhere to be found,' although Flower had checked earlier to see whether or not Anthony was in the room. Even so, she still wanted to make sure that he wasn't.
Seeing that truly, Anthony wasn't in the room, Flower advanced forth gently and carefully, so that she wouldn't make any mistakes of bumping into anything.
Looking more intensely at the portraits. A particular portrait caught Flower's full attention. She advanced more closer towards the painting. Lifting her hands delicately, Flower made contact with painting, grazing it softly with her tender fingers.
The portrait was very huge, it was hung on the wall. Three people were painted in the portrait, a woman, a man and a little boy. The woman sat on a chair whilst carrying the little boy on her laps. While the man stood behind the chair, resting both his hands on the woman's shoulder. They all had a smile on their faces. The man wore an old fashioned black suit, while the woman wore a flowing white gown. The boy who looked to be either eight or nine was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. With their odd style of dressing, one would be prompt in assuming that the people in the painting had existed long ago.
Flower narrowed her eyes as she stared blissfully at the painting.
'The little boy looks so much like Anthony. His emrald eyeballs and blonde hairs are the same as the ones in the painting. I'm guessing it's him, and perhaps this people that are around him are his parents.'
'I must say he looks nothing like his parents. He appears so thin and adorable here. But now he has grown into a scoundrel, but still attractive though. Or perhaps this people are Horatio and Mrs Regina? Nah… this people still don't look like them. It must be his parents.'
Shifting away from the large portrait, Flower turned towards another corner of the artwork museum. Then she sighted another painting at some corner of the room.
However, this painting appeared to be missing a face and all the essential properties a completed painting often needs. One would be quick to tell that the painting was that of an human being, but one wouldn't be able to tell if it was that of a male or female, because it was unfinished.
'He is probably still working on this. I wonder what he's planning on drawing in it,' Flower thought.
Lifting up her hand to touch the half done painting.
Suddenly!
An euphoric icy, power filled gust of wind energetically erupted dynamically from nowhere. Hovering Flower's hairs and sending passionate chills down her spine.
Goosebumps shadowed Flower's fragile skin rapidly.
She shivered tenderly, with a slightly furrowed eyebrows. This bone-chilling brumal wind that just blew by was absolutely different from that of the one which comes from the snow. Flower didn't know why there was a sudden gust of wind in a very secured warm room like this one. It appeared peculiar to her.
Then boom, before she knew it, someone's hands was already wrapping possessively around her tiny waist, leaning his chin against the side of her neck. His warm breaths on her skin made her heart raced up uncontrollably.
Mustering all the courage she could gather, Flower spoke anxious and nervously. Her voice trembling slightly with excess dread.
"An… Anthony?!" She said hesitantly with her usual melodic voice. 'Of course, it's him, who else could it be. I'm doomed! How could he walk so swiftly to the extent of not making any sounds?' Flower thought fearfully. Her heartbeat accelerated. She panted profusely as she bit her lips almost causing them to bleed.
With his usual hoarse, deep and solemn voice, Anthony replied; "Who else has the right to do so except for me. Your dead fiancé? Or Horatio?"
Flower's face became flushed. Her hatred for Anthony grew, how dare he say all those things to her, especially about Julius who had shown her nothing but love and kindness. Anthony was really stepping on a tiger's tail.
'How did he even know that it was my fiancee who died in the helicopter accident? He seems to know a lot about me and I know merely nothing about him,' Flower thought.
Flower couldn't help but want to say unpleasant things to him and curse him. However, she knew that Anthony was very powerful, thus, she needed to be watchful about everything she was going to say and not be too reckless.
But still Flower wasn't going to let Anthony do as he pleases. Therefore, out of irritation she attempted a word;
"You…!"
She then halted, 'I don't think I should get him angry. Since I need to ask him for a favour, I need to behave myself.' With that thought, Flower cleared her throat and calmed down.
"Please let go of me," she said, trying her possible best to sound polite and respectful eventhough she was chuffed and a rage was boiling up inside her belly.
Anthony scoffed, "Why should I?" He asked mockingly. "I don't think you have any right to give me instructions on how to use and maintain my personal properties."
"And I must say. You appear quite gorgeous today. If I may ask, did you come to this room in order to tempt me with your beauty and pay me back for saving your life?"
Anthony spoke, bringing out his tongue slightly, using the tip to graze Flower's neck. Sending chills into every aspect of Flower's organs. His warm breaths continued filling up Flower's neck and his tantalizing masculine scent overcame Flower's nose to the brim.
Managing to create words out of her mouth, Flower sluggishly moved her mouth to speak. "I…I didn't come for that," she said barely in whispers.
However, Anthony still heard it clearly. He twitched his eyebrows. "Then what did you come here for?" Anthony asked.
"I came here to ask you if you could allow Horatio to lead me to where you buried the two bodies you found," Flower said with a trembling voice.
"Oh," Anthony sounded. Giving Flower's words a trivial thought. He replied;
"And what would I get in return if I allow that to happen? It only sounds fair if you agree to give me something in return for giving you my permission to go, doesn't it?"
'Arghh! So shameless! What does he want me to give him when he has already claimed that he owns me anyways. He looks so innocent when actually he's a top one scoundrel.'
Flower's eyes were filled with disgust for the man, she was entirely irritated by him. Flower swallowed, "What do you want in return for allowing me to go?" She asked infuriatedly.
Anthony chuckled, "Wonderful! It seems you're finally getting the hang of everything. And by the way, I'll take anything you give me," he said firmly.
Flower thought for a while about what she was going to give this perverted fool, it's not like she had any money to give. The only thing she could do now was to pay using her body.
'No! No I can't do that. Not a chance!' Flower hastily rejected the idea that came to her mind about paying with her body. 'What to give? What to give? What to give?' She recited this in her head. 'Would a kiss do? No, why would this shameless man want something which he could just take freely as he did earlier?' she thought. 'Darn it! I have no idea of what to give him.'
Soon enough, something popped to her head. Then Flower decided about something in her mind. Opening her mouth, she spoke to Anthony;