Nora's POV

“You are a good artist.” He noted dryly.

My heart went crashing back to the ground. “I didn't draw these.”

“How not surprising.” He mocked. “You don't look like one who has talents.”

I winced. “You drew this.”

He snorted, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I don't draw. Not anymore.”

“You now do.” I pointed out.

He scoffed. “You don't know anything about me. You are just my mum's pawn.”

I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm the one you love.” I ...