urned home

ing room wall, all her pent-up frust

e it down forcefully

she was awak

her eyelids. "Wake up, sweetheart. Didn't we hav

ance wafted int

s the perfume Emi

and shoved Chris away

e? Didn't you say that the photographer always had a packed schedule and that it w

aid I didn't want to do i

nusual attitude and grabbed her

out in pain, and he

bandage wrapped around her forearm.

ed her tone. "The pot of soup spilled all over

Just because Emily accidentally burned her hand yesterday and I took her

accusation hit

omeone had casually remar

to a fight and nearly gotten

such words to h

retort, Chris sto

and got up. Her hand br

ntally left his

ayed a notification f

spital. "Dear Ms. Emily Nash, please remember

and her stomach was in knots

er, Chris en

n entering, "Where's the painting? "Where's the pai

retching and co

nusual demeanor. His tone was so

hed her face with cold water repeatedly. She tri

did you throw it? How coul

ting really so important to you? My studio is full of paintings. Can't you

ing between Emily and me. Are you letting your imagination get the best of

led the appointment for taking the wedding photos, don't resc

are you

er gaze and mut

ked his luggage. "My art exhibitio

might not make it, but I'll catch

to the railway station, but

ng early the next morning and

ame more s

e he worked. "Hello, I'd like to inquire about Professor Chris

eplied, "Professor Chris Lambert is getting married and has been on