"Let me do it again, then."
As she spoke, Annabelle Linton crushed her lips against his again, kissing him for a long moment and nuzzling him with her mouth.
Feeling her take the lead, Leona Grant couldn't have been in a better mood.
A smile played on his lips as he asked, "Why are you using my mouth to blot your lipstick?"
"Because my darling has such handsome lips."
Annabelle Linton gave him another peck. "I learned it from TV. Blotting your lipstick this way makes the color not too strong and not too faint. It looks good."
That one word, "darling," made his heart swell with sweetness.
'This woman… When you want her to call you that, she won't. Then, just when you stop expecting it, she comes and flirts with you.'
Leona Grant was at a complete loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Is that so."
A mischievous grin spread across his face as he stood up. He grabbed seven or eight random lipsticks from her collection.
