The shop staff walked out, and Racheal leaned in to wipe her lipstick off Steffan’s lips.

She went up to the mirror and saw kiss marks all over her neck, and halfway to her chest.

She stared at the mirror in dismay.

She did not bring her purse here, so she had nothing to wipe the stains away.

“Here.” Steffan said behind her.

She turned to see he was offering her his handkerchief.

“Thank you.” She said, taking it from him.

She turned back to the mirror, and began to wipe ...