Beauty kept examining herself in the mirror.
The scar was still glaringly obvious from the recent suture removal, lying there like a soft, squishy caterpillar.
Lucas lounged lazily on the nearby sofa, tilting his head as he stared unblinkingly at the beauty reflected in the mirror—especially at that mark of love on her forehead.
"From now on, when you're with me, clip your hair back with a hairpin.
Let me see your forehead and that scar."
As he spoke, his large hands yanked her toward him, flipping her onto the sofa and pinning her down so she couldn't move.
Beauty 's face flushed with anger, puffing up like an indignant little balloon.
"Lucas, do you really enjoy staring at this ugly thing on my face?
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
She bit her lip, glaring at him with shallow breaths.
"I already told you—it's the most beautiful imprint.
Ugly?
You just don't know how to appreciate it."
