Listening to his nonchalant tone, Ivana Bennett felt relieved and flashed him a small smile.
"Honey, have you... forgiven me?"
Lucas Walker drew in a deep breath and lifted his hand, intending to wipe her face. Seeing the saliva and foundation on his hand, his eyebrows raised again and he gently pinched her cheek.
"If you dare to put makeup on me again... just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"
Although he threatened her verbally, his hands were already up, carefully wiping away her tears.
"Hehe…" Ivana tilted her face up, letting him wipe her tears, while flashing him a pleasing smile. "Actually... honey, you look rather handsome with makeup..."
He frowned.
She hastily revised her flattery.
"Of course, you are handsomer without makeup, much handsomer!"
Seeing that Lucas Walker didn't seem angry, she got bolder and proactively wrapped her arms around his neck.
