"Hehe, you don't understand. This is what's called a 'white lotus'. How else could she show her kindness in front of Young Master Jiang without pleading?"
Listening to the whispers around her, Bella Green remained unfazed and continued to stare at Mason Bennett.
Her hand, holding his, did not relax; she gently pinched it to signal him to let go.
Mason Bennett's thin lips pressed slightly together, his expression not looking good, yet he obediently released his hand.
Bella Green looked at that hand, her eyes turning a bit colder, as she took the wet tissue from the table beside her.
She opened it, then pulled Mason Bennett's hand over and started wiping it meticulously.
She wiped so meticulously that even the spaces between the fingers were thoroughly cleaned, as if there was something dirty on it.
And Mason Bennett, he obediently let the girl wipe his hand.
The girl's movements weren't gentle; Mason's hand turned red from the rubbing, yet his gaze remained tender.
