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.

an idea suddenly came to her. She suggested, "How about you

perk up at the idea. “Sure.”

he cupped Isabel's face in his hands and pressed his

felt the wetness of

what seemed like forever. Why was he not letting go?

her forehead, so she asked cautiously,

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

once, a primal desire like that of

kiss you more,"

Isabel scowled.

that all

did not vocalize that thought. Instead, she surrendered herself.

her chin up.

her on both

locked eyes with her and

Isabel smiled wryly.

instant, his lips

the bathroom felt more cramped and hot than

her feet and planted

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

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