CHAPTER 7

She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes inwardly. She ran her fingers through her hair before opening the bottle of hand cream. As she rubbed the cream in her hands, she pretended that his words did not affect her.

Preston was still watching her.

“That nasty scar on your face won’t go away no matter how well you treat your hands, stupid woman.”

Luna’s fury, which had been ebbing, returned.

“So what if I like taking care of my hands? It makes me happy. What’s wrong with that?”

“That’s merely a temporary fix. It doesn’t eliminate the issue entirely, which is your face.”

“I like doing it.”

Preston was taken aback by her response.

Luna bit her lower lip. She absolutely could not let a man she barely knew hurt her in any way.

After saying that, Luna went to the bed, pulled up the comforter, and lay down.

Preston's hands clenched into fists. The woman was not only shameless and vicious, but she also had a sharp tongue.

Luna was worried about getting hand cream on the bedding, so she did