Chapter 572

"Oh, Colin, are you almost done with your project? You're back so early today."

Colin grinned at me and said, "Well, I want to…"

As he spoke, he put his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Suddenly, his smile froze and he left the sentence hanging.

"What's the matter, Colin?" I asked, confused. I wondered when he became this cryptic.

Colin stiffened and proceeded to brush the back of his fingers against my cheeks. "Nothing. Just eat."

After he joined us, the dinner became less lively than before. I could now focus on my food. Dad often told me to never speak with my mouth full. It would affect digestion, apparently.

Queenie was my good friend and knew her boundaries. The only interaction she had with Colin was a polite greeting. And Andrew was a student. While he wasn't an art student, he was respectful toward every lecturer from the university.

So when Colin was home, we'd stop joking around. We only communicated with each other with our eyes. Colin was very tired so after di