Doris was at a loss for words. Her mind had gone blank.

She asked, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Are you genuinely confused or just pretending to be?"

Waylon lifted her face while firmly holding her chin.

When her face tilted upward, her lips were inches below his chin as he stooped. Their posture was intimate, and their warm breaths overlapped.

Doris flushed. She stammered, "Mr. Adelmar, you..."

Waylon commanded in a raspy voice, "Look at me!"

That command startled Doris. She reasoned, You're such a large man, of course, I can see you.

"Do you see this wound?"

Waylon clenched his teeth and squeezed out a voice, asking, "Who's the one that bit me?"

Doris was astounded, "What?... Where?"

"Here! On my lips! Look closely!"

Doris' eyes almost crossed as she squinted up close.

Then she saw it. His lips had a faint mark on them, and it was swollen. It caused his perfect lips to appear crooked.

"This...this is a wound. What did you do to yourself?" Doris asked as she arched her brows.

"What have I done?" Waylon coldly sneered. "Didn't you say you remember what happened last night? Why weren't you able to remember this?"

Doris bites her finger.

Oh, my God! Am I the one who bit his lips?

Waylon's imposing figure loomed closer, inquiring, "Still playing dumb? Do you need me to refresh your memory and demonstrate it to you?"

He then slowly lowered his head and adjusted his angle.

She pushed Waylon away and yelled in surprise, "Ugh! I remember! You don't have to show me!"

Waylon raised his head and sneered. "Hmph! Don't flatter yourself! I didn't intend to do it."

Her cheeks grew redder. She mumbled as her gaze dropped, "I...I know."

How is it possible that he would want to kiss me? He's just trying to help her "remember," that's all.

"Have you remembered now?"

Waylon asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her contemptuously.

Doris dipped her head nearly 180 degrees. She whispered, "How would you like me to take responsibility?"

What? Did I hear it wrong? She's talking about taking responsibility for me? Haha! This is getting more and more interesting.

"How are you going to take responsibility?"

The absurdity of the situation made Waylon laugh softly.

Doris gave him an innocent gaze. She argued powerlessly, "Will an apology do? You can't bite me back, after all, can you?"

Bite you back? Do you think of me as a dog?

But as soon as he heard this, his eyes were drawn to her lips. Suddenly, he thought that this idea might work, but...

With a darkening expression, Waylon sternly commanded, "Get out!"

Doris was stunned and asked, "What?"

"I said get out!"

She quickly reacted, hurriedly turned around, opened the door, and ran away.

The kids were asleep when she went back to her room.

Mrs. Flores was back in her bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, her heart was still pounding. She touched her lips, and memories began to emerge in bits and pieces.

Did I kiss Waylon last night? Did I even bite his lip until it started to bleed?

I'm the one who took the initiative to kiss him last night in the car and told him it was a gesture of gratitude. What happened after that, though? I think we had a passionate kiss.

Then, I became overly excited and unintentionally bit his lip until it began to bleed.

Oh my God! What have I done?

Doris covered her face with her hands.

How embarrassing is this! How could I do that to him? How am I going to face him?

More importantly, I'm the one who took the initiative to kiss him! Is it not clear to me how highly he thought of me?

Our status is a world away. How did I muster the courage to kiss him?

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