Chapter 179 The Same Mole

As Charles flashed a brooding, grim face, Nancy was at a loss.

She didn't know whether to feel ecstatic or angry about it.

"Do you mean that you were thinking about her while you were having sex with me?" she asked with furrowed brows and voice dripping with so much fury.

But even with an angry face, Charles merely pinched her chin and teasingly asked, "Is that what you really want to know?"

"I don't want to know anything. Let me go!" Nancy shoved his hand and glared at him.

"If I tell you that she never even crossed my mind, will that make you happy? Would you be able to please me better from now on?"

As Charles spoke, his big hand slid into Nancy's clothes, unbuckling her belt in an instant.

"Don't be mad. I was just asking. I didn't mean anything else!" she defended herself after noticing that she struck a nerve with such a question.

And although he started teasing her, Charles let out a snort, packed up the medical kit, and went upstairs without saying anything.

His face was even more fickle than a woman's.

But even with that, he was able to perfectly wrap the bandage on her injured foot. Obviously, his meticulous skills compensated for his stubborn attitude.

Meanwhile, Nancy was left alone with a face completely flushed, thinking as to how his rough palm brushed ag

if a curse had followed her.

But then suddenly, Charles quickly walked over and gently hugged her. "Nancy, tell me, since when did you have this thing?" he asked, touching the mole in her back.

Based on his anxious voice, Nancy faintly sensed something.

'Is he suspecting something?' she thought.

"I don't know. I can't see it myself," she answered, lying to prevent herself from being exposed. Then, after a pause, she continued, "Why did you ask? I don't think I'm the only one who has this. A lot of people might. I don't know!"

The shakiness of her voice only made Charles even more confident that he was right. So, he whispered, "But how can two people have the same exact mole in the same place on their body?"

"I don't know what you're saying! Do you know someone who has this same mole?" Although she sounded bold, her heart skipped a beat as she said those words. More than that, her trembling lips almost gave away what she was really feeling.

But Charles ignored her query and instead closed his eyes and gently touched the mole once more.

He was trying to get the same sense he felt five years ago, at that very same night when he last felt so sexually alive.

'I should have switched on the light that night,' he thought with regrets while drawing circles around Nancy's bulging mole.