Chapter 211

As Zachary moved closer, Jessica saw the marks on the side of his face and at the corner of his mouth. It was Mathilda's lipstick color. "Eat something first," Jessica said, opening the lunch box and handing him a disposable spoon. "I bought some soup for Ms. Moore. Warm it up for her when she wakes up." "Jess, she was talking earlier, and I—" Zachary took the spoon and caught her hand. She smiled. "I know. I'm not that petty." As she spoke, she rubbed his mouth and cheek with her thumb, wiping off the lipstick marks. Her fingers moved against his skin so roughly that he winced in pain. Still, he said nothing and endured it. "This color doesn't suit you. Let me fix that for you," she said, pouting. When Zachary touched his lips, he finally understood why she'd wiped them so roughly. He hadn't realized that a casual touch earlier had left such a noticeable mark. Before he could think further, she hooked an arm around his neck. Standing on her tiptoes, she sealed his lips wit