Olivia didn't refuse again, but before she could respond, Hunter suddenly spoke up.
"Olivia."
Olivia looked at him, intrigued by his sudden remark. Hunter licked the corners of his lips, his beautiful eyes met hers, and he asked her a question.
"Are you interested in learning to draw?"
Olivia was taken aback.
"What?"
Hunter repeated himself.
"Sometimes memory is unreliable. Do you remember the person who hurt you now and will remember it later?"
Mentioning her old injury, Olivia's body trembled, and she fell silent.
Hunter continued, suggesting a solution.
"If you're interested, I know someone who sketches well. It would require an hour of your time every day, but it might be helpful."
Olivia's heart raced, and she stood in the sun, closing her eyes for a
