"We're here" The driver informed her when he noticed she was not paying attention.

She had been thinking about her Father's reaction earlier. He had even left the house, saying he was going to take a stroll. No one knew where he went to.

She apologized to the driver and got down. Now she was faced with something else—meeting Muchen.

She slightly opened the door after imputing the password and peeked in to confirm whether Muchen was still around. Her body was out while her head kept darting inside.

"Someone might think you are a thief"

Muchen's voice startled her and she dropped the bag she was holding. She couldn't turn back to look at him. This was even more embarrassing. 'What was he doing outside by this time, and why hadn't I seen him?' She wondered. She bent down to pick up the nylon bag and slowly turned to find Muchen formally dressed for work in a suit and smiling at her. She had been so engrossed in peeking that she didn't realise he had been standing behind her.

Muchen looked at her face and furrowed his forehead in a frown as he moved closer to her.

"Are you wearing lipstick?"

Sara's eyes widened as she shook her head and denied it. 'Did he have to notice everything? It was just a little lipstick for goodness sake'

"You are." He walked closer to her and grazed his right thumb slightly over her lips. He was thankful that the cut on her lip was no longer visible.

The proximity and touch had an effect on the both of them as they just stood there awkwardly.

He cleared his throat and showed her the pink stain on his hand.

"I...I.. I didn't use.. rub.. I mean.." She could not find the words to use no matter how hard she tried. There was no point in denying it any longer. Besides, he was so close to her, which reminded her of their kiss last night. And what was worse, she didn't regret it. Even though she felt that what she did was stupid and impulsive, she had caught herself smiling sheepishly whenever she remembered last night's event.

She used her hands to wipe her lips clean. She really was not ready for his talk this morning.

Muchen smiled and observed her closely. Unlike her usual appearance, her hair was tied in a ponytail, she wore a navy blue sweater with a white scarf wrapped around her neck, a black trousers and her usual bag pack. Her sneakers was also covering her feet.

He bent to meet her height. He made sure she met his gaze before he spoke very softly. "You are no longer confident."

He used a hand to smoothen her hair as it moved further to the band she had used in tying her hair together. "I like it" He whispered.

Color raised to her cheeks as she avoided his eyes and looked at anywhere but him. He smiled and yanked the band gently out of her hair to let it flow freely. "And I prefer your hair like this. Just like last night"

Sara was stunned by his brazenness. And she couldn't say anything as she just looked at his smiling face. She berated herself for being so stupid whenever she was around Muchen. 'I am Wang Sara! I will not let him treat me like this'

He noticed the new determination in her eyes and smirked. He was going to see how long she would last.

"I told you to call me as soon as you get home. But you failed to" He said as he moved back to his full height.

"I don't see any reason why I should always update my boss about my life" She said.

"Oh. I was your brother yesterday and suddenly, I'm your boss again?" He teased.

Once again, the embarrassment came as she remembered how she told him he was like a brother to her. But she had to stand firm now. She must!

"You didn't want me as your sister. You said so yourself" She shot back and glared at him. He laughed at her reaction. She quickly changed the topic before he could dwell on that. "Is Heya up?"

"I don't know. She has been down since Saturday and refused to leave her room."

"Did something bad happen?" She asked in earnest concern.

"She was scolded by Mother. But she should be okay"

"Was... it because.. because of the video?" She bowed her head while her hair covered her face.

"It isn't your fault. If I had the chance, I would take Heya there everyday" From her reaction, he knew she was going to start blaming herself for taking Heya there.

"Really?" She raised her head and brushed her hair back with her hand.

He was smitten with her beauty and that very action.. He could only nod and reply "Yes. Really" as he looked at her lovingly.

His gaze was starting to make her uncomfortable "I'll go check on Heya now"

He held her hand and gently pulled her back before she could leave. "It's not yet time. You have about.." He checked his watch and said "About 12 minutes more"

She realised he was talking about the time she usually arrived at their place. She looked at their joined hands. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to leave as much as she wanted to stay. "Oh. Here!" She handed him the bag she had been holding. "Your jacket"

He let go of her hand and took the bag from her. He almost laughed when he saw his million dollar suit in a nylon bag.

He suddenly remembered something and asked expressionlessly.

"Your dress yesterday... did CEO Mo get it for you?"