Vlora's face turned red. Andreas' sharp words brought an indescribable sense of shame. She wanted to curse and swear, but how could she inadvertently mention Andreas' name? To make matters worse, was she swayed by that kiss?

A crooked grin still lingered on Andreas' handsome face. His eyes sparkled with an intensified charm. It seemed he took pride in the fog he successfully created in Vlora's eyes.

Andreas shifted his focus. Now it was directed at Vlora's glossy and slightly swollen lips.

There was no need to ask. Surely, that was the result of his actions.

A sense of joy spread through Andreas' mind, contrasting with what Vlora was feeling....