Chapter 1510
Chicago loved coming here.
As she strolled along, her fingers brushed against the thick tree trunks.
She made her way to the stone bench deep in the woods.
Setting down her sketchbook, she clasped her hands together and stretched with a satisfying groan.
"Ah, that feels good!"
After stretching, she leaned comfortably against the stone bench and opened her sketchbook.
She needed to capture the scenes still fresh in her mind.
She sketched until dusk began to fall.
Chicago glanced at the time and realized she was about to miss dinner. She quickly packed up her things and sprinted towards the dining hall.
No way she was missing a meal!
She arrived just as dinner was being served.
A young priest waved at her cheerfully and handed her a tray.
"Thanks," Chicago said, ruffling his hair.
Last time, the young priest had taken Chicago behind the statue to draw, and he had been punished for quite a while. He had only just been let off the hook.
Chicago was so focused on getting her food that she didn't notice who else was in the dining hall.
She had just greeted the young priest and was about to get her food when she heard a displeased voice beside her. "Why do they let just anyone in here to eat with us? So filthy!"
Chicago looked around and then at the person who had spoken with such disdain.
Ah, "filthy" was directed at her.
"Ms. Rhoads has paint on her, it doesn't come off easily. She's not dirty!" the young priest quickly defended her.
People nearby turned to look.
When they saw Chicago, their eyes lit up with admiration.
Despite her loose T-shirt, faded jeans, and paint-splattered appearance, with pens stuck in her hair, her face was undeniably striking.
Her long neck was also quite beautiful.
Seeing the woman's luxurious attire and hearing her accent, Chicago guessed she was here for a service.
Following the principle of not causing trouble, especially in a place of mourning, Chicago pretended not to hear.
She covered the young priest's ears, turned him around, and gently asked, "Don't get so worked up. What's for dinner today?"
Being ignored by Chicago and hearing the murmurs of admiration behind her, the woman attending the service looked displeased.
She hadn't wanted to come in the first place.
She thought the people here were uncultured and low-class.
That afternoon, she had tried to run into Terrence Wheeler, only to find him standing by the railing, staring into the woods at a woman drawing. He had been watching her for a long time.
When she approached, the smile in Terrence's eyes vanished.
She was already fuming.
Seeing the crowded dining hall only made her more irritated. Then she turned and saw that same woman from the woods, smiling as she walked in.
Seeing her face up close, she finally understood why Terrence had been watching her for so long.
With looks like that, she was bound to attract men!
The dining hall was indeed crowded.
Church rules stated that food couldn't be taken out of the dining hall.
Chicago thought that if she couldn't find a table, she'd just eat in the kitchen.
But then she spotted a table with only one person sitting at it.
She quickly jogged over.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
The man looked up.
Chicago was taken aback.
It was the man she had seen praying in the church the other day.
"No, it's not," he replied in a clear, gentle voice.
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