Chapter 93 - Lipstick (2/2)

The guys were looking at her curiously, but nobody said a word.

”Arm.”

Rhys laughed, ”You're too overprotective, shouldn't you wish Kazuya good luck?”

”Kazuya isn't wounded, you are,” Lyn pointed out. But it's true; she wants to rush to Kazuya's side as soon as possible. Rhys must have understood that since he suddenly sent the other people away. He pointed to some benches in the corner, and they made their way over.

Lyn took out some supplies from the box in her hands, and Rhys extended his arms out. She evaded her gaze from his exposed muscular chest and focused on the injury on his hand. As she applied the ointment, Lyn questioned, 'He really is a fool, how many times does she have to patch up the same injury over and over?' in her head. It's painful for her to keep doing this.

”Your lips,” Rhys spoke up as he broke the silence.

”Um?” Lyn said puzzled, as she cut the bandage with the scissors and wrapped it around the wound.

”I bit you earlier when I kissed you,” Lyn immediately took out a mirror to confirm Rhys words. She spotted it, a large mark between her top and lower lip.

”Nobody noticed yet, but they will soon. So that's why I was asking you about lipstick.”

”I don't have any.”

”Borrow this,” Rhys took out a lipstick from his pocket. Lyn looked at it with wide eyes.

And he carries that around with him, why? Then again, Kazuya did say that Rhys has something going on with another woman.

Oh, it's a pretty color. Lyn seldom wore makeup, since it supposedly made her stand out. A pretty red, Rhys smiled, ”Like it?”

Lyn nodded dumbly, ”Ah-huh, it's pretty,” she's never seen anything like it before, ”From your girlfriend?”

Rhys sighed and shook his head, ”No, this used to belong to my mother.”

Rhys mother, it's hard to believe this guy has a family with his behavior. Huh, wait? Did Rhys just say, 'used to,' Lyn looked down at her feet. So, that's it. Rhys lost his Mother at a young age. It's not like she can't relate, while her Mother is still alive. But she did lose somebody vital to her.

Her gaze fell on the lipstick in her hands as she examined it once again.

A bright red, just like the color of autumn maple leaves.

Now that Lyn looked at closely, she could see that the lipstick was brand new. He has no reason to lie to her though, so perhaps this was a gift he could never give his Mother. Rhys reached over and took it from her hands, ”Let me help you apply it.”

”I can do it myself.”

Rhys, however, didn't listen to her and reached over to apply the lipstick on her lips. It felt strange to her; she's never used lipstick before. Rhys brushed his free fingers on her lips, and she shuddered, ”This does suit you, maybe I'll give it to you.”