Chapter 105

The words Evelyn had meant to say were stuck in her throat. She frowned slightly and looked up at him. "You're overthinking it, Mr. Grant. I wasn't going to ask you for the painting." Lucas didn't respond. He just stared at her face thoughtfully. From his angle, her chin looked slightly sharper than before. Her already small face seemed to have slimmed down even more lately, making her serene eyes appear even larger. Suddenly, he reached out. He gently pinched her chin and tilted it up to get a better look. His hand resting near her waist hovered slightly, not quite touching. "Have you lost weight?" Her waist was noticeably thinner now. His tone was cool and detached, but there was a trace of something unreadable in his eyes. "Or is it because you've lost your appetite?" Evelyn averted her gaze, a little surprised by his reaction. So, he had noticed the change in her. But clearly, that's all it was. If he knew the truth about her terminal illness, he probably wouldn't care