The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 487

"I had all of this prepared for you."

Gideon turned slightly, gesturing toward the dazzling array of tools behind him. "Take a look and see if you like them. If anything is missing, I'll have someone buy it immediately."

He leaned down slightly to meet Nora's eye level. His dark eyes swam with gentle, shimmering light, presenting his treasures as if trying to win just a sliver of a smile from her.

"I remember you loved drafting more than anything. You always looked so focused, so beautiful when you were sketching."

"From now on, you can draw whenever you want here. Whatever materials you need, just tell me, and I'll have them prepared."

"If you get tired of running the flower shop, you can just stay home and design."

"You can design whatever you want. I'll have all your sketches sent to the Hayes factories, and they'll use the most exquisite gemstones to bring them to life."

"If you want a solo exhibition, I'll rent out the biggest gallery in the metropolis just for you."

Nora stood frozen in the entryway, staring coldly at the mountain of design equipment in the living room.

The delicate brushes, the expensive paints, the pristine drafting table—under the glaring lights, all of it radiated a mocking brilliance.

Every single item was a reminder of the dreams she once held, brutally ripping open the scars that would never heal.

To her, those neatly arranged pens and that perfectly smooth desk morphed into razor-sharp knives, violently stabbing into her most agonizing memories.

The freezing rain at the cemetery replayed in her mind in an instant.

Julian Pierce stood under a black umbrella, condescendingly passing the sentence that her hands were to be destroyed.

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