After Bertha Swift finished dinner, her complexion finally improved a bit, but the teeth marks on the tip of her nose became more conspicuous.
She couldn't see it herself, so she wasn't too bothered, but it was different for Adam Piers sitting across from her. His gaze kept catching those marks, and the longer he looked, the more distracting they became.
The woman's delicate, fair skin made the bluish-purple bite marks on her nose even more striking against her flawless face.
"Does it hurt?" Adam Piers casually tidied up his lunchbox.
Bertha Swift had just finished eating as well. Upon hearing Adam's question, she looked up at him, confused, not really understanding what he was asking.
Seeing the perplexity in Bertha's eyes, Adam realized what he had just asked and almost wanted to slap himself. He stiffened and didn't respond to Bertha.
Bertha assumed she had heard wrong and continued tidying up her lunchbox, but the atmosphere had become a bit awkward.