Web Fic
Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Chapter: 63 “What's the scent of your shower gel? It smells really nice.” Marcus exposed his thought as he thought of the pink bottles in the bathroom that he never bothered to look at until today.
Millie blinked several times at him, amazed by the man in front of her. He was holding her back because her shower gel smelled nice?
“T’ve always used papaya-flavored shower gel. You can use it too if you want. The bottle is big enough for two to use,” she answered despite her dismay.
Papaya-flavored shower gel cleansed the skin and had a good emollient effect on the skin. Coupled with its delicate fragrance, Millie couldn't help but fall in love with it.
“If that’s all, we should head to bed,” Millie said, wondering why he was still holding onto her. As if to answer her question, Marcus suddenly pulled her closer, staring so intently at her that Millie became uncomfortable.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.
Slowly, his free hand moved to her ear and trailed down its base, towards the line of her neck. It itched a little, and her legs suddenly felt weak.
Millie looked in Marcus’ eyes, trying to figure out what happened to him tonight.
Was he trying to get revenge on her after she stopped him from sleeping with the lights on earlier in the night?
Not very certain of where this was heading, Millie turned her head away, but Marcus turned it back towards him with one hand. In one swift movement, he took off her mask.
“How do you breathe with this thing on every second of the day?”
Millie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
She could feel the cold air hit her face directly, and it felt good. He was still kneading her ear gently. She was only thankful that it was too dark here for him to see her face.
“You shouldn't worry about that. | can breathe just fine. The mask is so well built that | will still be able to breathe well if | double it.” Millie raised her hand to pat away the hand on her ear that was distracting her.
Then, his large palm began to feel her face curiously. His hand moved slowly and lightly, as if he was scared of hurting her. To Millie, it felt like a loving touch.
He wouldn't be so gentle if he didn’t care. Millie couldn’t help trembling beneath his warm hand. She tried to pull his hand away, but he kept it firmly in place. “No, you can’t touch it,” she whispered anxiously and tried to pull his hand away again.
Marcus withdrew his hand. A few moments later, he said, “I thought you had an ugly scar on your face. How come your face feels so smooth? | don’t feel any bumps or scars.”