His voice was so low that Bethany could barely make it out.
With him whispering like this, the ambiguity was laced with unspeakable intimacy.
Bethany blushed and glared at him. "I don't have time for that!"
Seeing her childish behavior, Sullivan was secretly amused, but his face remained indifferent. "Forget it then. I'll have to leave it there."
Realizing that he was really ready to go to dinner with the lipstick on his neck, Bethany stamped her foot in a hurry. "Stop! I'll wipe it off for you!"
It was he who would be embarrassed; why should she care?! What an ungrateful bastard!
The corner of the window where Sullivan and Bethany were standing happened to be covered by a Camellia tree.
In the middle of winter, the red and white flowers were densely packed, completely blocking t
