"No. That’s not the case." Arabella spoke, shaking her head, even though she knew that she was facing his sexy back. "You were forcing me to paint, and my mind literally stopped working at that moment. I don’t know whether I can paint or not, but I’m sure that forcing me to do something won’t help." She responded, and Wylder realized his mistake. He was about to apologize to her when she beat him.
"What’s the name of your beast?" She asked, biting her lips.
All of a sudden, Night started taking interest in the conversation. It looked like he was sitting on the edge, ready to take control from Wylder if required.
"Night."
"Hmm. Suits him. He is dark as night." She muttered. She wanted to keep talking with him but didn’t want to show this to him. "And he is also beautiful like the night.
