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

time since coming to this small town,

Let

As she looked up, she noticed his hair and clothes were still dripping

she said,

I'll grab y

argue that he'd already gotten drenched, so an umbrella wouldn't make much of a difference. He could just climb back over

"Use the front door, Climbing

umbrella a little tighter. He turned his head slightly, his

said, Mepping toward the stairs. He 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 to guess that Clara wouldn't have been painting or spilling

to pry. They were neighbors, not

little town, fer wouldn't dig

to overstep fast like how Clasa had