Isabel slapped some makeup remover on her face.

Then, she gently massaged the makeup remover over her face before rinsing it off. With that, she was her usual self again.

Now that that was done, she craned her face up toward Roland and said with her eyes closed, “Go on.”

She wanted to see how he would go about cleaning this supposed stain on her forehead.

Soon, she could hear the sound of water flowing.

After a while, she felt a warm and wet towel placed against her forehead.

Roland began rubbing her forehead, specifically the very spot where he saw the male lead previously kissing her. He rubbed at that spot repeatedly.

After rubbing it a dozen times, Isabel could not take it anymore. She opened her eyes and shot him a look. "Are you trying to dent my forehead?”

Roland seemed surprised by this. "Does it hurt?"

While it was not to the point of hurting, it was certainly a little excessive.

She told him, "It doesn't hurt, but I think it’s clean enough already, I don’t think you need to keep wiping.”

Roland frowned and did not have much to say about that though it was quite telling by the look on his face he wanted to continue wiping her forehead.

took a deep sigh, then an idea suddenly came to her. She suggested, "How about you

seemed to perk up at the idea.

finally was convinced to put away the towel. Then, he cupped Isabel's

wetness of his

her for what seemed like forever. Why was he not

forehead, so she asked cautiously, "Roland, are

to look at her. His lips brushed against her brows, and his

at once, a primal desire like that

to kiss you more," he said

Isabel scowled.

that all he

Instead, she surrendered

craned her chin up.

on

were inching against hers. He locked eyes with her and

Isabel smiled wryly.

his lips were placed on hers.

cramped

herself lifted off her feet and planted

the shape of their

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