Claire Prescott rubbed her sleepy eyes and focused her gaze elsewhere.
She had just taken a nap on the road, but still felt somewhat listless.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the car door when she suddenly remembered something and paused her movement.
Then she raised her hand to touch the hickey on her neck.
She took out a cushion compact she had casually brought along and looked into the small mirror.
Even though there was already a layer of powder on her neck, forming a thin film, the mark was too deep, and the cushion's concealing effect was not great, so the faint purplish mark could still be seen.
Keane Lowell, sitting beside her, quietly watched her actions and then gently took the compact from her hand, softly saying, "Come closer."
She hesitated for a moment.
Claire moved a bit closer to him, tilted her head back, and allowed him to gently press the powder onto her neck with delicate care.
