The Billionaire Impotent son-in-law

Twelve

Chapter 12.

A few days later. The sunlight streaks across the vast ocean of the blue sky heralding the dawn of a new day. The rays of the sun illuminate the room, giving it a golden hue. Ethan wakes up to see he is alone in the room.

He gets up and goes to the window. Lines etch on his forehead as he stares out the window and runs his fingers delicately on the sill.

“Ahh. The magnificence of sunrise.” He muses with a grin on his face. He watched with delight, the butterflies moving about poetically in search of their ambrosia. He smiles as the gleeful chirping of birds assaults his senses with pleasure.

As long as he can remember, sunrise always held him spellbound. Moments later he goes out to the compound and takes in the ambience of the environment.

He is with his sketchpad, brushes, and easel. He sets up the sketchpad on the easel and starts to paint.

Painting has always been his retreat. When he paints, he lets go of everything that bothers him. It’s just him and his sketch