Chapter Seven:The photos
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A few minutes later, he disappeared inside.
“Bells.”
Bella turned.
Noah approached across the garden wearing a fitted black shirt.
His calm smile made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
“Damn..You look beautiful.”
A faint blush warmed Bella’s cheeks.
“Thank you.”
Noah turned toward the photographer.
“I have a request.”
“Of course, sir.”
“I’d like a few photographs with Miss Bella.”
The photographer smiled.
“I’d be honored.”
Noah added calmly,
“And every photograph you take of Miss Bella today… I’d like copies of all of them.”
The photographer blinked.
“All of them?”
Not just selected one…
“Every single one.”
His voice remained polite.
“And I’d appreciate it if this stayed between us.”
“Of course, Mr. Jacob.”
“Send them directly to me.”
“I will.”
Bella frowned slightly, wondering what they were discussing, but she couldn’t hear their conversation.
The photoshoot began.
The first pose was simple.
Bella sat beneath the tree with a book while Noah sat beside her, looking at her.
“Perfect,” the photographer said.
“Now just look at her naturally.”
Noah didn’t need directions.
His gaze softened effortlessly.
Every photograph captured a quiet emotion that words couldn’t explain.
As the session continued, the photographer suggested different poses, each one simple yet elegant.
During a short pause, Noah noticed a small fold near Bella’s shoulder.
“May I?”
Bella nodded.
He carefully straightened the fabric before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Bella found herself looking at him without realizing it.
She didn’t notice the repeated clicks of the camera.
Only when Noah stepped back did the photographer laugh softly.
“Wow…”
Everyone looked toward him.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said with an excited smile. “I couldn’t stop taking pictures.”
He turned the camera around.
“These are incredible.”
“They look so natural,” the photographer admitted with a grin.
“Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were a real couple.”
Noah studied the photographs one by one, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.
Every frame looked effortless.
Every glance looked genuine.
Noah quietly studied the photographs before handing the camera back.
“They’re excellent.”
He handed the camera back before walking toward Bella.
She looked at him curiously.
“What were you looking at?”
Instead of answering, Noah stopped in front of her.
There was a hint of amusement in his dark eyes.
“Bells…”
She tilted her head.
“Hm?”
“Why were you looking at me like that?”
Bella frowned, genuinely confused.
“Like what?”
“The way you were looking at me while I was fixing your dress.”
For a split second, her heart forgot how to beat.
“…I wasn’t.”
“Weren’t you?”
A teasing smile appeared on Noah’s face.
Bella immediately looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.
Her cheeks slowly turned pink.
“I… I realized the photographer was taking pictures.”
She cleared her throat before continuing, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
“That’s why I was looking at you.”
A brief silence followed.
Noah simply looked at her.
Then…
A small smile tugged at one corner of his lips.
Not because he believed her excuse—
But because he knew exactly what was hidden behind it.
He didn’t expose her.
He didn’t tease her any further.
Instead, he gave a faint nod, as if silently accepting the answer she wanted everyone else to believe.
“I see.”
Before Bella could calm the storm inside her chest, the photographer walked over with an excited grin.
“Miss Bella!”
She turned toward him.
“I’ve worked with countless models over the years, but your expressions in front of the camera feel incredibly natural.”
He held up the camera proudly.
“I’d genuinely love to work with you again.”
Bella’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“You have remarkable potential.”
A bright smile spread across Bella’s face.
“I’d love that. Thank you so much.”
Noah watched her smile in silence.
For reasons even he refused to admit…
It had become one of his favorite sights.
Noah watched her smile for a moment before stepping beside her.
Lowering his voice just enough for only her to hear, he murmured,
“Congratulations, Bells.”
Bella looked up.
“I have a feeling this won’t be your last photoshoot with me….”
His lips curved into the faintest smile before he turned toward the photographer one final time.
“Don’t forget.”
The photographer nodded immediately.
“I won’t, sir.”
“Every photo.”
“Yes, sir.”
With that, Noah slipped one hand into his pocket and walked back toward the house, leaving Bella standing beneath the golden afternoon sun… wondering why his quiet words lingered in her heart far longer than they should have.
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