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.

She suggested, "How about you kiss my forehead instead?

up at

was convinced to put away the towel. Then, he cupped Isabel's face in his hands and pressed his lips

the wetness of his

forever. Why was he

still kissing her forehead, so she asked cautiously, "Roland, are you

lips brushed against her brows, and his eyes soon dropped toward

once, a primal desire like

want to kiss you

Isabel scowled.

all

that thought. Instead, she surrendered herself. “Go

craned her chin

kissed her on both cheeks.

lips were inching against hers. He locked eyes with her and said with desire in his voice, "I

Isabel smiled wryly.

instant, his lips

more cramped

felt herself lifted off her feet and planted next

her side and noticed the shape of their shadows, the two

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