The Little Princess's habit of kissing back whenever she was kissed, was seriously not a good one.
However, watching Lucas Scott getting his face smeared with saliva, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
Before Lucas could express his distaste for the saliva on his face, the quiet little boy sitting by the side walked up with a frown, pulled Molly off, and led her toward the restroom.
He wrung out a towel, ready to wipe her mouth...
"You little brat, is he implying that my face is dirty?" Lucas saw that he was actually being scorned and lifted the quilt, ready to get off the bed with great indignation.
Confronted with Evelyn Sherman's shocked gaze, he let out a wail and, clutching his arm, lay back down on the sickbed.
"Your arm... are you okay?" Evelyn furrowed her brows in suspicion, looking at Lucas, whose acting was obviously lacking.
