C38 Reece Was a Mattress.

Since they rarely returned to the old residence, they would usually stay for the night.

Naturally, this time was no exception.

In the past, Lydia had wanted to use this day to stick to Reece's side.

But today...

She practiced the design drawing without even lifting her head.

After dinner, Lydia went back to her room to practice drawing.

"This is not right."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from above her head.

Lydia pursed her lips and wiped the eraser from her forehead before holding the pencil again.

Because she had been practicing for too long, her fingers were in so much pain that she frowned. Even so, she still gritted her teeth and continued practicing.

"If I draw like this, won't the lines be more natural and beautiful?"

After changing her mind, she looked up to ask for her man's opinion.

The man did not answer her. Instead, he snatched the pencil from her hand and said, "Let's end it here tonight. You should rest."

"It's only 9 o'clock. I can practice for another hour." She didn't have time to rest. After all, her foundation was too weak. Even if she practiced with such a high intensity, she didn't have the confidence to defeat so many participants, let alone Viola who was standing at the top of the pyramid.

Therefore, she had to work hard.

She used all her strength to practice.

This battle was very important.

She reached out to take the pencil, but the man dodged to the side.

"Reece, give me the pencil!" Lydia frowned.

"You have done enough today. Your muscles are tired. You can't practice anymore." Reece took the drawing from her and pointed at the place she had modified. "The lines you drew in this state are not neat. It affects your beauty."

Lydia looked at the lines on the blueprint. It was as the man had said, it was a mess. It directly affected the entire design.

"Let's go."

Reece grabbed a coat and put it on, then strode out of the room.

Lydia, who was behind him, looked at him blankly. "Where are we going?"

"Since I'm tired, I'll use my ears to listen to the skills and experience of the designer. This is also a learning experience." Reece did not stop and continued to walk out.

"Isn't it the same in the classroom? Why do you have to go out?" Although Lydia didn't understand, she still quickly took a large woolen coat and put it on.

After all, Reece's experience was the essence of her professional class.

She had learned it and earned it!

"Let's walk around and see the scenery. It helps to reduce your visual fatigue and tighten your nerves." The man's explanation came from outside the door. Lydia's hand, which was holding the coat, paused.

She suddenly looked up at the man outside the door.

Was he concerned about her?

It shouldn't be.

He had never cared about her, let alone being concerned about her.

Lydia brushed away this thought that she should not have. She put on the coat and followed him.

In her previous life, Lydia had visited the Tillman family's old residence many times, but her mind was always on Reece. She had never truly appreciated the layout of the old residence and the garden.

This was a courtyard with a pure European style. It showed the noble and wealthy status of the owner.

As they walked past the rockery, they walked towards the small pavilion.

As the rain had just ended, the autumn wind carried with it the fragrance of the grass. It was very refreshing. Lydia felt her frustration and exhaustion disappear a little.

It was indeed a good way to listen to a lecture in such an elegant environment.

The two of them stopped in the pavilion after they were tired.

She leaned against the vermilion pavilion and listened to the man carefully.

At this moment, in a certain room on the second floor.

Old Mr. Tillman, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked through the glass window at the two people in the courtyard. His turbid eyes were filled with gratification. "Heh, heh... Reece finally broke through the ice. It seems that I have a hope of carrying my grandson."

"When they came back this time, I also noticed that the young master has changed." The butler standing behind Old Mr. Tillman sighed.

This made Old Mr. Tillman even happier.

After all these years, Reece finally could let go of the person in his heart.

Lydia had finally received her reward after all these years of hard work. It was not easy.

"However..."

Just as Old Mr. Tillman was full of emotion, the butler behind him spoke again.

He frowned slightly. "But what?"

"When I gave them fruits just now, I found that the young master's feelings for the young lady seemed to have faded." In the past, whenever he gave fruits, he would bump into the young lady who was throwing herself at the young master. This time, the young lady was completely focused on the design.

No one could ignore the changes that had happened to her.

Old Mr. Tillman recalled the way Lydia and Reece interacted and felt that she was different from before.

Especially when she looked at Reece with a different expression.

There was no longer that passionate look in her eyes.

Old Mr. Tillman looked at the courtyard again, his eyes filled with worry. "Come, let's go down and take a walk. We can also secretly observe the way these two kids interact."

Old Mr. Tillman pushed him downstairs.

At this moment, in the courtyard, Lydia was still sleeping.

As if it was because of the intense training recently, Lydia was extremely tired.

She leaned against the pillar and listened to the lecture. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Although your foundation is important, your inspiration is also important. So..." Reece glanced at the woman beside him, only to see that she was already asleep.

He was so tired that he couldn't bear to wake her up.

He took off his jacket and gently put it on her, in case she caught a cold or fell ill again.

After all, her body was too weak, and she would get a high fever at any time.

Suddenly, Lydia tilted her head.

Reece subconsciously leaned over and let her sleep on his shoulder.

Under the moonlight, he was just like a human cushion, leaning against the little girl in his arms. However, he never thought of going back to his room.

It seemed that only at this time would she not be so resistant to him.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Old Mr. Tillman. He quickly raised his hand to stop the butler behind him, "Stop, don't go over."

"What's wrong, Master?" The butler did not understand.

"Let's just stay with them quietly. It's good." Old Mr. Tillman was very pleased. Under the moonlight, he admired his grandson's willingness to be a human cushion.

It was not until the sky got colder and colder that Old Mr. Tillman asked the butler to push him back into his room.

Sitting on the sofa, the old man drank a mouthful of hot tea as if he had remembered something. He looked up at the butler and said, "Butler, send a cart over to Reece so that he won't freeze."

"Okay." The butler nodded.

"Oh right, this child is very thin-skinned. Just put down the blanket and come back. There's no need to say anything." Old Mr. Tillman was worried and repeatedly reminded him.

The butler seemed to have understood something. He smiled and nodded. He took the blanket and walked towards the courtyard.