"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.
For a foolish second, her heart skipped a beat when her gaze fell on those familiar dark eyes of his.
She couldn't wrap her mind around what she had seen in that painting, and she was tempted to turn and look at it again to see if she would understand it now that she had seen flashes of memories, but the look in Rohan's eyes made her gulp anxiously and freeze in place.
