He Loves Me Right, Finally novel Chapter 127

Amias stood at a long wooden worktable with an old scroll spread open in front of him.

A few days earlier, one of the younger monks had been cleaning out the archive room and accidentally left a window open.

That night, a storm rolled through the mountains. Several paintings and handwritten manuscripts stored near the window were damaged by the rain.

Afterward, Benedict had approached Amias, hoping he might be able to restore them.

After all, most of those pieces had originally been created by Amias himself during the years he spent living at the monastery.

Amias had initially suggested simply recreating them from scratch.

But Benedict believed anything that could still be preserved deserved to be saved.

So now Amias sat with his head lowered, carefully restoring the damaged artwork.

As Wynette watched him work, she could hear Benedict chatting with him from time to time.

It suddenly felt rude to interrupt.

She handed the phone to the young monk standing nearby. "Could you return this to Mr. Holloway for me?"

After saying that, Wynette quietly turned to leave.

What she failed to notice was that when the young monk carried the phone over, Amias happened to catch sight of her retreating figure.

His gaze lingered briefly on the phone beside the table before the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile.

By the time Wynette returned to the banyan tree in the back courtyard, Adriel had already been searching for her for quite a while.

Her phone had been left inside her bag, and Adriel had been carrying it for her the entire time.

Seeing the worry on his face, Wynette apologized awkwardly. "Sorry. I ran into Amias restoring some old artwork, so I stopped to watch for a bit. Then he forgot his phone, so I brought it back to him. My phone was still in the bag.

"I really didn't mean to wander off and make you worry." By the end, Wynette's voice grew softer and less certain.

She remembered promising Adriel earlier that she wouldn't stray too far while exploring the monastery grounds.

But she really had walked all the way from the back courtyard to the front hall. That definitely counted as far.

No wonder Adriel had panicked after failing to find her, especially when he couldn't even reach her by phone.

Only then did Adriel finally relax. "I thought something happened to you. You ran into Amias?"

"Yeah," Wynette answered honestly.

She told him everything that had happened.

Then, as though suddenly remembering something, she asked, "I saw Amias working on those paintings earlier. Can he paint?"

She had been standing too far away to get a good look and hadn't gone closer, so she still wasn't entirely sure what he had actually been doing.

Adriel thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "No idea. He's never mentioned painting before, and I've never heard Gavin talk about it either."

Adriel had never really paid attention to whether Amias had artistic talent or not.

Frowning slightly, he looked at Wynette in confusion. "Why the sudden interest? Why are you so focused on whether he can paint?"

Why is she suddenly so curious about it?

Wynette met his gaze, then leaned closer and lowered her voice near his ear. "Do you think... Amias could actually be Ammius-Crocus?"

First of all, Amias sounded suspiciously like Ammius-Crocus.

On top of that, Amias had beautiful handwriting and apparently knew how to restore paintings too.

The thought had suddenly crossed Wynette's mind on the walk back.

At first, even she thought the idea sounded ridiculous.

But then she remembered something else.

Wynette immediately took her phone back from Adriel.

The moment she suggested Amias might be Ammius-Crocus, Adriel's first instinct was to dismiss the idea entirely.

If Amias really had some hidden identity like that, there was no way he and Gavin wouldn't know.

Amias practically spent every day around the two of them. There was no way he could've hidden something that big this whole time.

What kind of punishment is this? I've barely fallen asleep before Adriel yanked him awake with a phone call.

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