Chapter 76 When Will You Finish the Painting?

• Theodore gazed in frustration at the woman who couldn't even sleep soundly. With a sigh, he reached out, trying to push her away.
• Before he could succeed, she instinctively clung back to him, her grip firm. She muttered something in her sleep, and then—drool dribbled onto his million-dollar pajamas, ruining them completely.
• "Spicy chicken, foie gras, truffles, fondue, grilled salmon ... " Summer mumbled.