Layla's POV:
At Catherine's place.
"Layla, enough already! You’re going to scrub a hole in your forehead!"
Catherine looked at me helplessly as I furiously wiped the spot where Leo had kissed me with a handkerchief, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Ugh! I’ve showered twice, done multiple facial treatments, and yet I still feel like his disgusting lips left a mark.
"That guy must think he’s God’s gift to women, pulling a stunt like that!"
Catherine snatched the handkerchief from my hand and swapped it with a disinfectant wipe.
"Here, use this. It’s stronger."
"Even the slightest touch of his lips makes my skin crawl," I muttered, glaring at my slightly red forehead before slumping onto the sofa.
"Relax, darling. You won’t have to deal with him much longer."
Catherine smirke
