Rebecca POV.

Robin looked at my raised hand in shock, not daring to blink his eyes. It wasn't until the auctioneer dropped the hammer that he reacted in a daze.

The staff brought over Tarquin's painting, the same poser in hand. Robin came back to his senses, his eyes like two knives, staring intently at my hand as I pulled out my bank card.

That look seemed to carry a hint of expectation, hoping that I could not swipe that much money from my bank card.

To let him down, I finished entering my password, took the painting handed over by the staff, and then pushed it directly to Matthew,...