Chapter sixty-two:

AMELIA’s POV I hurriedly wiped my tears, mustering a smile. He had caught us, I had to think of something to say as he wouldn't believe it if I told him I wasn't crying. “What's going on?” He asked, his voice laced with concern as he walked towards us. Miss Brown was in a much better position, as she had been holding in her tears. “Amelia, Are you hurt?” He pressed. “No, uh, it just…I hit my head hard while painting with Miss Brown.” I smiled. He looked at me suspiciously, before looking at the drawing materials at a corner and the suspicious look dropped a bit. “Where?” He asked as he gently grab my head, giving it a slight massage. “The pain is gone now, Miss Brown has already taken care of it. Those tears you saw were dried ones.” I said in a convincing tone. “Why do I feel there is something you both are hiding?” He squinted his eyes, “I’m joking.” He laughed. “It’s just that it's a rare sight to see Miss Brown with anyone not after…” He trailed, an uncertain emotion flickering in