Chapter 763 I Love You


    Amon couldn''t believe how he was reacting right now. Just hearing how Be mentioned that first love of hers made him feel annoyed already. Then she also mentioned that she painted him, and he didn''t know what to think of it. He didn''t know why he was acting like this, but just the thought of Be thinking about another man left a bitter taste in his mouth for some reason.


    Was it jealousy? That probably exined why his mood was so sour right now. That should exin everything after all there was no doubt how attracted he was to Be.


    Amon quietly released a heavy sigh. She was holding his hand, and yet she was gleefully talking about another man who was also her first love?! Just where was he in the picture? Her second love?! Third?! Maybe fourth?!"


    Be blinked at him as she amusedly asked, "Why is your face so dim? Are you being jealous of Calypso right now?"


    Blinking right back, Amon quicklyposed himself as he defended himself. "I am not," he scoffed with a frown. "Why would I?"


    Since when did he be such a liar like this? Of course, he was jealous. He simply didn''t want to admit it. In fact, the only reason he lied was because he wanted to see the painting and see if this Calypso man was better-looking than him. Amon wasn''t someone who had the habit ofparing himself to another man, however, so it was a surprise to him that he even had this thought in the first ce.


    "You said you painted him," he added. "I want to see if I can remember him since you mentioned that I knew him."


    "I did," she replied. "Let me show you"


    As Be led him to the supposed painting, Amon looked around, and he couldn''t help but be amazed at all the beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. They were all magnificent in their own right, and it was clear that their painter knew what they were doing.


    "Here…" Be stated as she pointed at a particr painting.


    Following her lead, Amon raised an eyebrow as his narrowed eyes scrutinized the painting of a handsome man with burgundy colored hair in front of him.


    "You''re quite good at painting, Lady Be," he mumbled wryly. "I bet he''s not this good-looking in person."


    Be chuckled. "Hmm… Calypso is more handsome in person though. I didn''t even manage to emphasize his expressive eyes in this painting," she pointed out with a smile. "That man made a lot of women cry, including me…"


    "You cried because of him?!" he burst out in disbelief while staring into Be''s side profile.


    She simply smiled, her eyes lingering on the painting. "He turned me down after I confessed to him. It turns out that he only saw me as a sister," she sighed. "I even dyed my hair purple and always had thatvender scent on me knowing how he loves it… I guess we''re simply not meant for each other."


    Be then turned to him with a wink. "It''s because we''re meant for each other," she sincerely stated. "And I''m d that you came into my life during that time as Osman, pursuing me with patience and making my heart fall for you so deeply like it never did to any man."


    Amon blushed hard at Be''s bold words. "Why… Why is it so easy for you to say those words?" he couldn''t help but ask. Ever since he met Be, he noticed how she would simply voice out her thoughts on everything so easily, especially if they were about her feelings.


    "Why would it need to be so hard to express what you truly feel? I don''t want any regrets in my life, Amon. That''s why I already erased the word hesitation in my vocabry," Be firmly stated. "I simply want to be honest about everything I feel. I… I experienced what it''s like to almost die, and saw how you died before my eyes… Do you think after everything I''ve experienced, I will still hold back? No, I won''t."


    Amon gulped. The way she looked at him was so intense that he felt like he was about to melt on the spot. Turning his gaze away, his forehead creased as he saw yet another painting that Be made. The Queen Fairy… She looked exactly the same as how hest remembered her.


    Seeing where his attention was, Be let out a mouthful of a sigh as she whispered, "I also drew her, the Queen Fairy Helena, back then. I truly admired her beauty whenever I watched her in the vision during Queen Xenia''s trials," she recalled. "That''s what she originally looked like… Your memory of her has returned though, so I guess you remember her looking exactly like this."


    "Yes, I remember her looking around exactly like this" he hummed. "You''re truly talented, Lady Be."


    "Stop being so formal. Call me Be from now on, and I''ll call you Amon," Be suddenly remarked. "We''re getting married soon, after all. Or if you want, you can call me something else. Maybe a sweet endearment that we can call each other with like Darling, My Love, or even call me Little Vixen like how you sometimes used to call me."


    Amon smiled at that. "I''ll address you as Be then." Be''s shoulders shrugged but it was still better than him calling him with Lady or Mdy…"


    A few beats passed as they continued their tour of Be''s works. The more he saw them, the more Amon couldn''t help but be amazed at what she had done.


    "Hmm… You''re really good at this," hemented as he looked at more of the paintings. While he didn''t look as such, he was actually looking for a particr painting that was still eluding his sight.


    ''She said she loves me, but howe she didn''t even bother drawing me? Where exactly is my portrait in this workce?'' he inwardly thought. ''Even a ck and white version of me wouldn''t been good enough.''


    The more he looked around, the more he couldn''t help but feel disappointed that Be drew her first love but not him. He guessed he was the second since aside from that Calypso, there was no other portrait of a man around. Then again, he was also currently stopping himself from asking her directly if she had a painting of him.


    "Is this all that you''ve painted?" he curiously asked. He was really itching to ask her if she painted him as well.


    "Hmm, I have one more," Be said with a small smile as she once again grabbed him by the hand and led him outside. "Come…"


    "Where are we going?" he asked, his eyes still lingering on the hand that was currently sped against hers. He felt reallyfortable around her.


    "You''ll find out soon. I''ll show you thest painting I did that you haven''t seen yet," she remarked with a faint smirk. "It''s a masterpiece that I made. The best of all my paintings."


    Amon was about to ask about things further when they suddenly stopped in front of a door. She opened it, and Amon gasped as Be''s scent filled his senses. It was spacious for a bedroom, and he could tell that it was her most private chamber.


    "This room?"


    "My bedchamber… You''re the first man I let in entering this personal space of mine," Be murmured before stopping in front of her bed where there was currently a painting hanging in a way that it looked like someone sleeping on the bed could see it in full.


    Looking at the ceiling, Amon gulped at what he saw. It was his portrait, smiling lovingly and happily for some reason. He didn''t remember himself smiling like that and it was refreshing to see. He had a feeling that he truly lived his life to the fullest when he was Osman.


    "I had your portrait put in here when that incident happened, and everyone thought that you were already dead," she muttered. "I really couldn''t believe that i lost you like that. I can''t ept you dying on me like that so I refused to believe that you''re already dead." she continued with her eyes fixated on him.


    Be raised her hand and cupped his face with her warm palm. She gently caressed his cheek and with a smile whispered, "I… I barely kept myself breathing, but seeing your smiling face like that in your portrait gave me just enough strength to continue with my life… Thank you for being alive anding back to me, Osman… Amon… No matter what your name doesn''t matter because I will recognize you no matter what. I love you so much."


    Amon snapped out from the remaining of his self-control and restraint. Without saying a word, he snaked his arm on Be''s waist. He pulled her closer to him and passionately sealed her lips with his.