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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.

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

"Here," I handed them to him. "You can see them."

He collected the 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 and his fingers slowly traced the drawing.

I wondered what he thinks of them?

But soon, my thoughts wandered from wondering what he thought of my design sketches 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 hospital bed, fighting for his life, without me by his side.

Back 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 was always me and his servant. His parents only called to check. up on him once or twice.

He must have gone through all of that pain over the years all by himself.

"This one," he turned to face and I blinked. He smiled when he found my gaze on him and I blushed.

He tapped on the design he was looking at now, his eyes filled with awe. For me? Or my work? I wondered.

"This one, I like it." He paused, seeming to find the right words. "It seemed. 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 at it for a while then he moved. onto the next.

I suddenly felt nervous. It felt as if my favorite teacher was checking my homework and I was scared that I might disappoint him. Before 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 everything.

He studied the other sketches carefully His fingertips gently brushed the paper. It was as if he was communicating with every detail in the drawing. After the last sketch, he looked up at me, his eyes filled with admiration. He shook his head, "These are out of this world. They're beautiful."

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as muttered, "Thank you."

"You've drawn very well, far surpassing my own level of drawing. You've made a lot of progress over the years."

A blush appeared on my face at his praise. "Of course. I rely on this for my Hivelihood so I have to make progress; that way I will give my clients the

I best. By the way, I am now a jewelry designer."

Lucas smiled slightly. His gaze that was still on me was dark with affection, I know, Sydney. I know your jewelry store is one of the best out there. I know all there is to know about you."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

His words sent a chill down my spine and at the same time, a thrill went through my heart. "If you knew about my situation all along, why didn't you come to find me sooner instead of sending someone else?"