Karl chuckled softly, his voice smooth as velvet.
"Your heart is just as beautiful as your face."
Marylin: "..."
Was he trying to tongue-twist her?
A moment ago, she'd teased that her face, covered in a sheet mask, wasn't beautiful at all. He countered by saying he liked her heart. But now, when she pressed him on what her heart was like, he'd gone in a full circle—claiming it was as beautiful as her face.
So… was she beautiful or not? Was her heart beautiful or not?
Was he just showing off his IQ? Because hers wasn't low either.
Honestly, she found his way of talking annoying. Especially just now—it sounded too smooth, too glib. Her brows furrowed without her even realizing it. Even with a face mask on, the displeasure showed.
But she didn't feel like arguing. Instead, she turned to walk back to the sofa.
