Chapter 19 - Her Thoughts About the Kiss

Her dainty hand fell unto his unguarded nape unwarrantly, it was not forceful, he can evade it if he wanted to, however, he just let himself be slave in by her slim delicate fingers.

When their lips met, Rembrandt's mind began to scream danger. He pulled away, his eyes immediately chilled, then falling down into the mess of a girl in front of him.

With her unsteady gaze, she's looking at him with eyes full of longing. She bit her lip hard enough for a blood to start seeping out. Rembrandt's eyes faltered, his fingers starts creeping towards her injured lip, he wiped the blood away, then he meaningfully whispered with a hoarse voice, "Reckless bad girl."

At this time Ingrid finally lost her consciousness.

As if carrying a sack, Rembrandt lifted Ingrid's small body and placed it onto his shoulder. He was carrying her effortlessly like this until he threw her down to her own pink fluffy bed.

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Ingrid was in front of her bathroom mirror, looking at her reflection with disbelief. His pale finger touched the visible cut in her swollen lips. She hissed.

Fuck. She's not dreaming.

Rembrandt came, and with her muddle headedness, thought he was her ex-boyfriend and kissed him deep on his lips, for a fuċkėd up reason.

Ingrid don't remember much about what happened last night, however kissing him was so mind boggling that it was the first that came to her mind when she woke up.

And this cut…

Ingrid opened her lips for her to be able to observe it properly. With this, Ingrid can't help but conclude that the kiss was so rough for her lips to get injured this badly.

Her face gone awry.

No way that's possible. She bet, Rembrandt pushed her away the moment her lips touched his. Yes that's him. This is probably a self inflicted injury.

Ingrid's heart was at peace. Kissing Rembrandt was not actually that big of a deal for her, as she had already prepared herself with intimate acts like this the moment she declared that she wanted to seduce the man.

However, what she is concerned about now is Dana's image in Rembrandt's head. Is kissing the man put her in a bad situation? Knowing Rembrandt, that sėnsɨtɨvė man, he probably already placed her name on his black list. Afterall, confessing is way different than actually kissing him.

Ahh, can she stop worrying about things? Her head is aching like a bitch right now.

She splashed her face with cold water then gulped down the medicine that she found sitting on her bedside table.

Someone tended on her injury. She knew this after she licked her bottom lip and tasted the weird taste of a medicine on it. Still, it was almost fading, so Ingrid grabbed a paste on the cabinet and applied it on her cut.

1002 was silently hovering in the air for a while now, it's trying it's best to hide its presence. And seeing that Ingrid's air can be described as tranquil, not showing any violent reaction, if it had a right body parts, 1002 would have sighed in relief. It thought Ingrid would be angry at it for not stopping her when she did that.

Ingrid sensed 1002 cautiousness towards her. She smiled, sincerely, and patted the ball. "Don't worry, I learned from my mistakes okay? I won't blame you every time like what I did last time."

1002 was happy to hear this. It bobbed its body and said, "Hm!"

After showering, right after she went out of the bathroom, someone knocked on her door.

Ingrid's heart skipped a beat. She's hoping that it is not Rembrandt.