Margareth POV
Before he really entered the room, I locked my sight on the sketch of myself on the piece of drawing paper. It was just brushed by an ordinary wooden pencil, but it looked more than just a simple masterpiece. I didn't know why I felt fluttered by this kind of thing.
Then, while my sight were sticking on the sketch, I didn't really notice that the door was opened with his presence in the room. At that point, I immediately sat myself on the sofa, feeling nervous since he caught me being stunned by his work of art.
While acknowledging one of his hobbies through his statement, I bravely stared at him and asked, "Why were you drawing me?"
His lips began to curve downwards. Then, he answered, "Because you are attractive."
"Do you think so? Why?" I kept questioning him. I gue
