Alexa did not expect Kieran to get mad because of this.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the medicine cabinet and avoided her.
"Don't take it personally. I overthought," Kieran said gloomily.
Lowering her head and seeing the neat badges, Alexa put on a light smile.
Kieran refused to look at her until he was hugged from behind.
"Mr. Powell?"
Alexa's voice was soft. Then, she changed the way she addressed Kieran.
"Kieran."
Kieran cleared his throat.
Kieran got tense. His voice turned hoarse.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't be mad at me, please."
Feeling her curves, Kieran was turned on.
"I'm not mad at you."
"Then smile at me," Alexa teased.
"Stop messing around."
Kieran let go of her and finally cracked a smile.
Alexa sat down, covered her arm, and groaned.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" Kieran went over nervously to see whether she was fine.