Chapter 109 - The Last Glass Of Wine (Part 1). (1/2)

It took Kelly a few seconds to realize who was in front of her. She turned away, wiping her face with her palms at the same time.

”What do you want?” The question was asked in not the most friendly tone. And obviously, it wasn't the most sober either.

See? It was this reaction that Barkens expected. From the very beginning, she reacted to him like a bull would react to a rag. Although he preferred to wear black. Unlike her.

”Emily asked to find you, she was worried about you.”

”Thanks for the information. You can go. I'll go back to the hall now.” The girl got up from the bench, straightened her dress and took a step.

”Where are you going looking like that?” the man caught her by the elbow. Kelly stumbled from the sudden movement. ”Look, you can't even stand on your feet properly!”

”I can!” She objected and kicked off her shoes. ”See? Now get out of my way.” She pushed the man in the chest, but he remained motionless. Is he made of stone? It felt especially strange since by his looks he was as thin as a stick.

Gregor pulled the girl by the elbow and sat her back on the bench, then he sat down next to her. ”Just look at yourself, the makeup is all smeared, the head is a mess. What were you doing at all? And what could you cry about?” He pulled a cotton handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and began to wipe Kelly's face. But this was of little use.

”You... you... did you... just spit on it?!” The girl's eyes widened with shock when the man moistened the cloth of the handkerchief with his own saliva and continued to wipe her cheeks from the flowing mascara.

”Yes. Any problems? It's not my fault that you have such long-lasting cosmetics.”

Kelly grimaced but didn't resist. Either she no longer had the strength, or it no longer made sense.

”Hmm, Gregor Barkens has slobbered me all over. You can't even dream of this in a nightmare.”

”Don't get deluded, Ohara. If I was really slobbering you, it would look very different,” the man replied with an indifferent expression on his face.

With one hand, he was holding the girl by the chin, and with his eyes, he checked to see if all the makeup had been erased.

As soon as the handkerchief was moistened, the ink turned out to be less resistant. A few touches of skin and Kelly's face was clean. What the girl, of course, could not know about. Therefore, Barkens spat on the handkerchief several more times and continued his ”noble” action.

”Yes? And how should it look like? Can you show me?” Her huge eyes, combined with red hair, stared at the man.

A witch. Well, she is definitely a witch.

The handkerchief fell gently down the cheek, outlined the outline of the lower lip, slightly pulling it down.

”This cocky little mouth has drunk too much wine today, so it says all sorts of nonsense. Don't do what you might regret later, Ohara.”

Gregor ran his thumb along the outline of the girl's lips, fighting the urge to put it in her mouth. This red-haired devil has clearly drunk too much today. However, he too.

The man exhaled and moved aside, straightening his trousers, which had become tight.