Chapter 178

"Prescott, did you drag me out here just to watch you two make out?" Out of nowhere, Theron stepped out of Lab 2, eyeing the couple clinging to each other on the metal platform with a deadpan tone. Camila's face instantly turned crimson. While Prescott glanced toward Theron, completely caught off guard, she shoved him away hard. Too embarrassed to even steal a glance at Prescott, Camila quickly tidied up her messy hair, eyes dropped awkwardly. Seriously, this was all Prescott's fault. He never cared about appearances. She could barely catch her breath even now. The guy's kissing skills had clearly leveled up. During that kiss, she'd almost blacked out more than once-her mind just... went blank. Thinking about it, the color drained from her face only to come rushing back. Her face was burning, and she had the sudden urge to cover it with both hands. Prescott, meanwhile, looked like he was ready to murder someone. Getting interrupted at a moment like that? Yeah, obviously, he wasn't thri