95. Lies

Clancy's POV

I carefully caressed the side of Sofia's face with my thumb as I watched her doze off with her head resting against my chest.

Even in the position we laid, her right hand still clung to the printing.

Why was she so interested in it?

Carefully, I moved her head from my chest to rest on the pillow and she groaned gently, adjusting her posture on my bed.

Staring into her charming face, I felt guilty pinches in my heart knowing I had lied to her face about the true origin of the painting.

The painting was not a random gift.

It was something I had looked into every morning when I woke up until I met her, Sofia Dante.

The painting was from my foster parents and the situation surrounding it was not something I would want to get into the ears of Sofia.

They said it from the girl I was betrothed to and she might be dead already due to unforeseen circumstances.

My foster parents hid the details from me but let me keep the painting as a reminder that I was tied to someone alre