47 Ella

"It's not w-what you think, Ella," Zed stutters as glints of nervousness hit his eyes. "I can't explain as of now, but one day I'll make you understand."

"How am I going to interpret it? Those numbers of orders you make are enough to fill all the walls of this house. I'm not as stupid as you think. You just have to be honest with me because I can understand," my voice already cracks.

Zed pulls to the side of the road and turns off the engine. He closes his eyes and later rubs his face with his hand.

"When I said I love you, I'm not lying, Ella. There's just something I want to look at in those paintings – I'm searching for something."

Searching for something. Is he also an artist who thinks his works are copied?

I sigh. I'm not in the mood to ask about his hobby. Maybe I can do that later. But for now, I just want to mess up with my jealousy. He looks sincere indeed. And those beautiful eyes of him are begging for my understandi