Just as Damien got into the room with Nathasia, he frowned as he said, "We shouldn't stay here for too long."
Nathasia had a confused look and asked, "Why? What's wrong?"
Damien slightly shook his head with a thoughtful expression, "I don't know...I just got a bad feeling from that guy downstairs."
Damien noticed the slight shiftiness in the innkeeper's eyes when he ca in and felt that he might be up to no good.
Nathasia thought back to the mont they t the innkeeper but didn't feel anything was out of place. She then wondered if Damien had a kind of sixth sense in these things because of how long he had been on the run.
"I will go and search for so fuel. You stay here and if anything happens, just run. No need to protect the stuff we brought in such a situation," Damien instructed and turned around to leave.
"Wait! I have sothing to give you," Nathasia quickly rummaged through her bag and quickly took out an A4 sheet that was folded in half.
She then handed it over to Damien, "Take this and open it only when you are on your way. Don't open it now."
Damien knitted his brows as he took it but didn't open it. He then looked at the visible nervousness in her eyes and wondered why she was being so fidgety about giving him a piece of paper.
Damien nodded and left out the door.
Nathasia let out a sigh of relief as she sat back on the bed with a flush appearing in her neck and face.
"Haa...was it the right ti to give it to him? No...there couldn't have been a better ti…" Nathasia mumbled as she bit her nails. She had been working on it for a long while and wondered if her hardwork would finally pay off or if it might backfire.
anwhile, as Damien walked through the lobby, he looked at the innkeeper, who noticed him and smiled at him.
Damien gave a long stare but the innkeeper managed to hold in his nervousness and also his wide smile.
Damien then looked away and went out.
Sweat trickled down the innkeeper's forehead, wondering why he just got intimidated by his stare. He wondered if he should call off whatever he had planned but his greed didn't let him.
As Damien walked for so distance, he took out the paper Nathasia gave him and unfolded it.
He suddenly slowed down his steps as they ca to a halt, his eyes still glued onto the sheet of paper.
On the paper, it was a painting of him tending to the trapped deers in the woods he used to cut trees. He clearly knew this was from the day he first t Nathasia and had no idea that she was working on the sa drawing for all this ti.
He knew Nathasia had scavenged for paints in the past and also saw her painting. But whenever he ca anywhere close to her, she would hide it saying it was private, which he didn't mind at all.
However, only now he realized she was working on this one all this ti, and it looked so beautiful, he couldn't even imagine himself as the sa person in the drawing.
Every detail, color, and space had been used so perfectly, it would even put to sha famous artists of the past. One could even feel as if they were standing inside the painting, looking at the scene.
And the title read, 'Happy Birthday to the most beautiful man in the world.'
Damien felt a prickle behind his eyes as his lips quivered before forming into a soft smile, thinking that he even forgot about things like birthday and seeing how she referred to him in the painting, he could only slightly shake his head, wondering why she would even think so.
He then saw sothing scribbled in small letters at the bottom-right of the painting, 'P.S Turn over the sheet >_
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