Chapter 7.1

As I stared at Azazel, I swallowed. I noticed him furrowing his brow. I quickly averted my gaze and resumed my painting.

What on earth am I thinking? Did I hear it wrong? Perhaps my mind is just messing with me. I closed my eyes for a moment and focussed on the painting. But I almost jumped when I felt his hand on my elbow. I was stunned for a moment before slowly looking at him. He's still staring at me intently. And I'm not sure why I was reminded of my dream again. I turned away from him, my gaze averted. I shouldn't have thought about it. That is entirely wrong.

"What are you thinking?" I can hear a playful tone in his voice. I just looked at him and shook my head. He didn't say anything, but he let go of my elbow. While he was staring at me, I resumed my painting. As a result, I shivered while painting. Of course, who wouldn't be nervous if he's looking at me?

When his phone rang, I noticed him frown before picking up the phone.

He left a few moments