Ahem... Caught?

In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled.

Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps.

Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?"

He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette.

"Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting.

Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!"

"Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours.

Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her.

Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his

KazuhiroSeijuro

Hope you like this chapter Drop some gems and likes Follow me on Twitter @KazuhiroSeijuro

| 2
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter