Leandro's hand had already loosened the second button, the dark red scratch marks on his alabaster-like skin appeared particularly conspicuous.
Charlotte averted her gaze, trying hard to force herself not to care about this "detail". But the thought of Leandro's scratch being exposed, and that she was the culprit behind it, made it impossible for her to ignore.
When Leandro was unbuttoning the second button, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Romero, didn't you cover the scratch on your neck this morning?"
Leandro glanced down at the scratch on his left neck, lifting his eyes nonchalantly, "Sweated this morning, it's smudged."
"Was it blurred?"
The concealer she used was both waterproof and sweatproof, the foundation she applied afterward was also waterproof and sweatproof, and f
