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.

request stopped me. I smiled and my heart warmed that he was interested in seeing some

them to him. "You can see

were. precious jewels. I watched, with bated breath, as

what he thinks

as my eyes traced the contours of his face, going over every ridge and crook. His 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 I imagined him on a

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

through all of that pain

face and I blinked. He smiled when he found my gaze

his eyes filled

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 at

Lucas disappeared, I had started sketching and he had been my tutor since it was something he was good at. But really, Lucas was just good at

in the drawing. After the last sketch, he looked up at

off my face

own level of