Chapter 41

Why did I feel as if Dixon was trying to curry favor with me?! I wrenched my hand out of his and sat down on the bed again. Right at this moment, my phone made a beeping sound. It was Henry sending me a message. "Do you need help?" he asked. He might have found out that I had made a trip to the police station... I replied to him quickly, "No need." I was still capable of handling Gwen Worth. I could see from my phone screen that my makeup had been removed. My pale, delicate, and scarred face appeared before me. I looked up awkwardly and asked him, "Did you remove my makeup?" Dixon came over and sat by my side. He held my hand and slipped his fingers through mine, saying softly in a low and deep tone, "Yes, I was worried that you'd be uncomfortable as you slept." I was very displeased by his actions. I drew my hand from his and warned, "I don't like people touching my makeup, especially you. That's because you gave me this scar!" Dixon was silent for a long while when he hear