Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0101

I nodded slowly but I wondered how he had known what was in the bag." How did you know what's in the bag?"

He nodded toward the bag, "The zip is half open."

I looked down at it and cussed, "Shit!" I quickly placed it on my lap to crosscheck if anything fel from it. The zip must have opened when the thief was slugging it around or when Luigi snatched it from him.

I felt Lucas' eyes on me as I brought out the designs and checked them. I released a sigh of relief as they were complete.

When I looked up, I awkwardly felt the need to tender an explanation. "I was worried that one of them might have slipped out and fallen." I managed a smile.

"And did any get lost?" He arched a perfectly carved brow.

"No. They're all intact." I answered and started to return them into the bag.

look?" His gentle request stopped me. I smiled and my heart warmed that he was interested in seeing some of

I handed them to him. "You

papers from me and carefully held them like they were. precious jewels. I watched, with bated breath, as his eyes settled on the one on top. His lips parted a bit

he thinks of

eyes were more deep set than they were. It made. him look more mature, enigmatic and mysterious in an attractive kind of way. But it also told of the endless trials and struggles he must have been through, probably mostly with his health. My heart ached as

then, I had always wished I was the one with the unstable health. because Lucas was just too good a person to go through all those pains, especially without anyone by his side. Whenever he was rushed to the hospital, it

through all of that pain

turned to face and I blinked. He smiled

he was looking at now, his eyes filled with awe. For me? Or

you poured out a lot into this. It it..." he stammered, "It's breathing...trying to fight its way out of the sketch pad... to manifest..." He stopped talking and his gaze returned to the sketch. He looked

Before Lucas disappeared, I had started sketching

sketches carefully His fingertips gently brushed the paper. It was as if he was communicating with every detail in the drawing. After the

off my face as muttered,

of drawing. You've made a lot