Chapter 478

The mole had been pasted on the tip of Irene's nose and it started flapping about as she breathed, dangling and stopping short of detaching. Isaac was staring at her, and she was close enough for him to smell the thick scent of makeup. Frowning so much his brows almost met, he told her, "Your mole is falling off." Irene quickly clasped a hand over her nose—she blinked her fake eyelashes even as Isaac kept staring at her. "Don't tell me it's a fake mole to look pretty?" he asked. Irene racked her brains, and said, "O-Of course not. I've been applying some ointment to remove it." Plucking the fake mole off and holding it out to show Isaac, she said, "See? It totally dried up and fell off—" Isaac growled, "Keep that away from me." Disgusting! Irene smiled, took out a tissue, and rolled the mole into it before throwing it into a basket, then continued to apply the ointment on Isaac to curb his itch. When she was done, she told him, "You have to wait until it dries before you sle