Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 47

Chapter

47

"I didn't know you could paint," Alexander said casually. He glanced at the easel, curiosity sparked as he wondered what Clara had been working on so Late at

cara noticed his gaze and instinctively shitted to the side, blocking his view. For some reason, the thought of anyone seeing her unfinished, messy work filled her with discounted. It was a harsh reminder of how much she had lost, low she could langer paint the way she once did. Alexander caught the subtle movement and paused for a moment before redirecting his attention "As long as you're okay," he said, his usual stoic expression slipping back into place.

Though his face gave nothing away, Clara couldn't help but sense a slight change in his demeant. Remembering how he'd stepped in to help her multiple times now, she telta flicker of warmth.. She smiled at him, a genuine smile that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows in her heart. "Thank you, Alexander."

"No worries" Alexander looked away quickly, a faint redness creeping up the back of his ears. He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then held it up toward her. "Add me." Cara blinked, caught off guard.

Alexander raised an eyebrow when she didn't move. "You're not going to backout now, are you? You said I could come by for meals. Don't tell me you've already changed your mind

coming to this small town, she felt like the weight on her shoulders had

course not. Let me grab my

to her contacts. As she looked up, she noticed his hair and clothes were still dripping wet

she said, frowning slightly.

I'll grab y

get home, take a hot shower, and change before you catch a cold." Mexander started to brush heruff, ady to argue that he'd already gotten drenched, so an umbrella wouldn't make much of a difference. He could just climb back over the balcony, but before he

the

muttered, gripping the umbrella a little tighter. He turned his head

paused mid-step, glancing back at her putty eyes. "Don't stay up painting, det some sleep." Alexander hat always been good at knowing when to draw the line. It wasn't hand

pry.

wouldn't dig

fast like how Clasa had