Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love novel Chapter 186

All she thought while heading to the kitchen was how to convince Charles from stopping her from painting.

In fact, even when she started cooking, her mind was wandering elsewhere.

How could she make that painting different from when the outlines clearly resembled the structure of her face? The last thing she wanted right now was to arouse his suspicion once he saw the finished product.

"Nancy, are you going to starve me to death?" Charles' impatient tone suddenly resounded. He had already walked in the kitchen, obviously starving.

"I want to cook more dishes," Nancy answered absentmindedly, her eyes blankly staring at the stove.

"Okay, let me help you." After saying that, Charles approached the sink and washed his hands. And then, he began to wash vegetables too.

"I have a class reunion the day after tomorrow. Do you think I should go or not?" Although Nancy sounded casual, she certainly wanted his opinion on the matter.

"Why not? You haven't seen your classmates for so many years. Don't you miss them?" Charles asked in curiosity. His focus was still on the water running through the vegetables.

"Exactly why I’m hesitant to attend. We haven't seen each other for so long that everything doesn't seem the same anymore. I don't know how or where to start talking to them." This time, Nancy turned to face Charles. Her eyes were filled with so much doubt and reluctance.

"It's up to you. If you don't want to go, then forget it. But I think Doris will drag you otherwise." Charles knew what kind of person Doris was—she was too extroverted and outgoing.

There was no way she’d let Nancy call a rain check and miss that kind of fun too.

"Well, I suppose you are right," Nancy responded with a heavy sigh.

Although this topic seemed to have slightly diverted her mind off the painting, she was still nervous. In fact, she thought of starting this conversation, hoping that Charles could eventually forget about painting.

However, as soon as they finished dinner, he said, "I'll wash the dishes. You can go to the study to draw."

Nancy sighed helplessly. It seemed that she couldn't sleep without drawing tonight.

So, with heavy footsteps, she reluctantly went to the study.

As the familiar white canvas brushed against her palm, a sense of nostalgia came rolling over her.

Ever since she was a little girl, she had always been fond of art. And along with it came her hobby for drawing. It was just that now since she had started working as a doctor, she had almost forgotten how it felt to stroke her hand with a painting tool.

"You made a mistake. It should be like this." Not knowing when Charles came behind her, he put his arm around her shoulder, grabbed her small hand with his big hand, and began to draw on the drawing board.

As he went on with it, the outline slowly emerged in the painting.

Seconds later, beads of cold sweat began forming on her forehead. Even her hand was sweaty.

"What's wrong? Why don't you draw?" Charles asked curiously after noticing that Nancy had stopped.

She rubbed her little hand and said, "I'm just tired. Let's draw it another day."

"You’re tired after just drawing a little?" A frown flashed across his face as he skeptically asked that.

After all, Charles had been meaning to see the exact outline of the person in the painting.

He had to confirm—for his peace of mind—if it was indeed Nancy or not.

And based on the outline she showed now, his hunch was slowly being proven to be right.

If she were to continue, the painting would be finished in just an hour.

However, upon hearing that she couldn't go on, Charles was even more suspicious.

'Damn it! I think I made the wrong move,' Nancy cursed to herself after noticing how his curiosity even went off the roof.

"Can I draw with you for just a little while?" Charles sounded softer this time, hoping to persuade her to finish the painting.

"I'm sorry. I'm really tired." With those words, Nancy sported her sweet puppy eyes at him. It was her last trump card, and if it wouldn't work on him, she'd be exposed.

But to her surprise, Charles got caught on it. Although he didn't expect that she would act like a spoiled child, he couldn't deny how that look in her eyes made his heart melt like a caramel.

"Well, if you're really tired, I guess you can continue tomorrow." He finally compromised with a half-smile.

Meanwhile, Nancy was almost celebrating her victory. Whatever happened, she could never finish that drawing.

And if he still insisted tomorrow, she'd think of another excuse tonight to get away with it.

So, satisfied, she stood up and stretched herself.

However, the moment their eyes met, Charles knew there was something unusual with her.

He could see that this woman was avoiding to finish the painting.

'Is Nancy really the woman in this painting?' he thought, not breaking away from their interlocked gazes