Chapter 131

I must look fierce right now, like a small, angry beast baring its teeth. My eyes are red and glaring at Luke, inexplicably directing all my anger towards him.

Normally, Luke would chase me out of the car, give me a cold look, and say something icy to silence me. But to my surprise, he didn't do that.

Instead, he pulled a checkered handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me. Yes, another checkered handkerchief. I find it endearing that a grown man always carries a clean handkerchief with him.

But I'm angry right now and don't want to use his handkerchief. Plus, the last time I borrowed his handkerchief to wipe my nose, I promised to wash it and return it, but I couldn't find it. How could I use his second one?

Seeing that I didn't take it, Luke sighed impatiently, then leaned over and stuffed the handkerchief into my hand. "Don't get your snot on my car. I have OCD."

"…Fine," I mumbled, wiping my tears and nose with his handkerchief. "This time, I'll remember to wash it an