Chapter 666
A manâs deep laughter echoed from behind. âGet ready, weâre having breakfast together I made it myselfâ
Breakfast was simple, whole wheat bread served with eggs, milk and veggie salad. Because he made it, Cornelia felt a satisfaction like never before, âItâs delicious. I love itâ âIf you like it, Iâll make it for you every dayâ Marcus handed her a cup of milk.
Cornelia took a sip of the milk, and because she drank it too quickly, a ring of milk was left around her lips
He reached out his hand, gently wiped the milk off her lips with his finger, and then put his finger to his own lips.
Cornelia was speechless.
Wasnât he a germaphobe? They hadnât gotten that close yet, had they?
And this kind of scene, it was easy to let the imagination run wild!
Cornelia stopped looking at him, and picked up the whole wheat bread to eat. But as soon as she bit down, she felt a pain in her lips.
Seeing her expression, Marcus frowned in concern. He eached out his hand again, gently tauching her lips, âDoes it hurt?â
âUm, I think it might be inflamedâ Just now in the bathroom, Cornelia noticed that her lips were a bit swollen. She thought it was because the room was too warm, and never suspected it was his doing.
âIâm sorry! Marcus apologized to her, then took out a tube of ointment from his bag.
The tube was transparent, and the ointment inside was green, looking refreshing
He squeezed the ointment onto his finger and gently spread it, âLet me put this on for youâ
With that, Marcus reached out his hand, ready to apply the ointment to Cornelia
This move was obviously too intimate. Cornelia was a bit embarrassed, and she looked away. âI need to eat. If you put it on now, I might eat it.â
She lowered her head, tore off a piece of bread and shoved it into her mouth, not daring to look at Marcus again.
âI didnât think it through.â Marcus chuckled, pulling back his hand and wiping the ointment off his finger with a tissue.
He looked at Cornelia with a smile, watching her take another sip of her milk, then suddenly asked, âDid you help me undress last night?â
Cornelia almost choked, blushing and looking at him, âI just thought you were cold and wanted to help you warm up. I didnât mean anything else. Donât get the wrong ideaâ
Marcus nodded, âYeah, I just wanted to help you put on some ointmentâ
Then, he added. âItâs fine if youâre into me.â
Hearing him say that, Cornelia felt so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Was she the only one overthinking?
To ease the awkwardness, Cornelia quickly finished eating and got ready to clear the table.
Marcus stopped her, âSomeone will clean up the table, you go change. There are clean work clothes in the changing room.â
âOkay.â Cornelia turned and ran into the changing room.
Cornelia thought the ointment incident was over, but just as she was about to leave the changing room after changing, Marcus was standing at the door.
He held the tube in his left hand and squeezed out some ointment with his right index finger, âDid you put on the ointment?â
Before Cornelia could answer, his finger had already gently touched her lips, carefully and attentively applying the ointment for her.
The ointment was cold, and his finger was even colder, causing Cornelia to shiver slightly. She lowered her head, watching his finger move on her lips, feeling an indescribable sense of feeling from deep within.
It was a slight sting.
And a numb feeling
Chapter 667
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