After his question, Evan stared at Nicole with his deep-set eyes as he felt conflicting emotions inside of him.
Having seen almost anything, Evan was still somehow nervous as he waited for Nicole’s response.
Nicole’s mind was racing as she tried to figure out all the possible outcomes.
If I admitted to drawing them, Evan will definitely continue to ask how I knew what the sceneries looked like.
And if I tell him that I was the little girl all those years ago, he’ll definitely freak out!
The person he once wanted to protect the most has now become the one he hates most.
Nicole was suddenly filled with a sense of bittersweet.
I should preserve the fondness he has for the little girl and keep her the way she is in his memory.
So I should just keep it to myself.
“It wasn’t me. They’re already like that when I picked them up. I only ask Nina to color them.”
Evan’s eyes darkened a little, for he was sure that he did not draw those sceneries.
Those details were not even there when Nicole asked him about the drawings back then.
Noticing that Evan was not completely convinced, Nicole continued to throw him off the trail, “I put them back onto the stone table after picking them up for the first time. They were different the second time I found them a few days later. I don’t know who drew them.”
Nicole put them back?
Could it be Sylphiette who drew them then?
She was the little girl from before, who’s familiar with the scenery, so it would make sense for her to be able to complete the drawings.
But something still doesn’t sound right.
“Since you put it back, why did you pick it up again?”
“Because… Because I appreciated what was added to the drawings and I thought it would look nice with colors, so I took them home to let Nina practice her art,” explained Nicole with all seriousness.
Silently, Evan walked back to the sofa because he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with Nicole’s explanation.
However, the matter still did not sit right with him.
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