Chapter 118: The boy in the painting

"What are you doing here?" came Rohan’s displeased, detached voice.

It took Belle a moment to steady her disoriented mind and return to reality. When she finally looked up, her eyes met Rohan’s hardened, handsome face, drawn tight with displeasure. He was scowling, his thick, fine brows knitted together and his pink lips pressed into a firm line.