Chapter 45
Chapter 45: So You’re Here Too
Suddenly, Emma realized how insignificant she was a mere speck of dust in the vast world, a grain of sand in the universe. Nothing remains unchanged over time; everything is subject to the relentless flow of history. No matter how important one may feel, regardless of status or power, everything eventually dissolves into the ether. No one can contend with time, no one can resist its passage.
Her priorities shifted to living fully, cherishing the present, and ensuring her parents enjoyed their lives within their limited time. Why bother with trivialities?
Why hadn’t her past self understood this? What charm or ability did Luc possess that made her willingly lose her self–esteem, reject her self–worth, and sink into despair?
Perhaps she had been poisoned by his love?
Thankfully, in this life, he was merely a fleeting presence. Finalizing the divorce earlier had given her a sense of freedom, allowing her to spread her wings beneath a broader sky.
As her phone began to play the song “So You’re Here Too,” laughter and joyful chatter erupted from a group of students on the hill. “Mr. George, over here! The field of flowers is beautiful”
“Mr. George, isn’t the scenery stunning?”
“When we’re feeling down, we often come here. Just spending an hour lifts our spirits
A dozen students, equipped with sketchbooks and art supplies, gathered on the grass. Following them was George, with gentle, warm eyes, as refreshing as a breeze–like a figure stepping out of a painting his elegance outshining everything around him.
His eyes were clear and deep, serene like a calm lake in autumn, filled with charm and tenderness. His long lashes cast soft shadows in the sunlight
His presence was captivating, making it hard for Emma to look away. She quickly stood up from the grass, brushed off the dust from her clothes, and cave him a sight, awkward nod
He happened to glance her way as well Emma wore a casual oversized sky–blue top that draped over her hips, paired with light gray fitted pants. Her slender figure was accentuated by high–top sneakers. At a glance, one might mistake her for a blue cloud floating among the greenery–fresh and appealing
Her almond–shaped eyes sparkled like obsidian, radiating warmth and grace, while her face resembled a blooming cherry blossom, Her delicate features, enchanting gaze, and ponytail dancing in the breeze made her the epitome of elegance amidst the vibrant wild flowers, her ethereal charm rendering everything else merely a backdrop.
“Mr. George, what do you think? Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Beautifull” a student exclaimed without hesitation, captivated by the scenery.
“Hahaha! I told you the place I chose would impress Mr. George! Even the teacher agrees!”
A few students noticed Emma, their eyes filled with surprise, and they giggled as they ran over. “Pretty Doctor, so you’re here too!”
Hearing the children call her “pretty doctor made Emma blush slightly. She smiled and greeted them warmly, “Hello, kiddos! What a coincidence!”
“Hello, Dr. Johnson, George said with a graceful smile.
Pulled over by two female students, Emma’s laughter sparkled like the moon, her eyes soft and serene Politely, she greeted George, Hello, Mr. George
“Today we have an outdoor art class, and the students chose this location. I hope we didn’t disturb you. Dr. Johnson?
His voice was smooth and soothing, momentarily leaving Emma in a daze. George was the epitome of a refined gentleman. His courteous question made her feel a bit flustered
She quickly smiled, scratching the back of her head, “Not at all! How could it be? This place belongs to everyone. I wouldn’t dream of monopolizing its beauty!”
The corners of her eyes sparkled with a lingering smile, resembling a starry night sky.
Her subtle expressions and somewhat flustered movements caught George’s attention. He chuckled softly, finding her intriguing, his gaze warm and Inviting
Pretty Doctor, you look lovely when you smile! Will you paint with us? Mr. George brought these easels and papers from a faraway place. We’ve never seen anything like them?
Flattered, Emma blushed. The girl was just taller t panting I’ll just watch from the side”
than Emma’s waist. She bent down and kindly replied, “Thank you! Little friend, I won’t interrupt your
Some students had already begun setting up their easels, albeit haphazardly. Emma stepped in to help them.
Seeing her do well other students began to follow her lead, some even pulling out watercolor pens and sketching pencils they had never used before. finding them quite novel.
George patiently taught everyone how to sketch the scenery in front of them with their pencils, explaining as he demonstrated. His focused expression and graceful movements, combined with his long fingers seemingly merging with the colors of nature, made watching him draw a delightful experience. It
felt as if the line between the artist and his artwork lund blurred…..
Soon, a vibrant and romantic field of flowers emerged under his skilled hand, a mesmerizing sight full of life and authenticity.
The students followed suit, with George guiding them on how to capture the contours of the grassland, the various flowers, and even an eagle soaring high
in the sky
A female student named Meg Drew approached Emma, holding out a drawing. “This..“It was a plece created by one of the students. Wasn’t it a bit improper to accept it?
As she hesitated, Meg’s bright eyes sparkled as she smiled sweetly, “Beautiful Doctor Johnson, this was drawn for you by Mr. George. He said these flowers best represent you–they’re beautiful yet unpretentious, tough yet delicate. They symbolize purity and resilience, standing tall against adversity. just like you!”
Emma was taken aback. “Wh_what? This drawing was meant for me by George?”
As she pondered whether to accept it, George and the students gathered around her, saying, “Beautiful Doctor, you’re more stunning than the flowers; you
are the most beautiful flower in our meadow.”
Meg chimed in, “Right, Doctor! You saved Axell We haven’t even had the chance to thank you yet.”
Unlike that other doctor, Beautiful Doctor seemed much more approachable. Children are sensitive to such things; they can tell who genuinely cares for them and who merely pretends. Even if someone tries to hide their feelings, the children will notice.
Axel’s neighbor approached, “Dr Johnson, please accept it! We didn’t know what to give you, so Mr. George suggested drawing you a picture.
1 think… no one could draw better than Mr. George, so.
