Chapitre 124: A Young Girl With My Father

Clara stood as frozen as an ice fish, her brain seem to have malfunctioned the moment Marcel pressed his lips against hers. She did not see it coming.

Her mind had been wrapped around the pain in her scalp where he grabbed her hair tightly and was cursing him mentally only for him to kiss her suddenly.

Clara didn't react even though her eyes were open and witnessed when Marcel's eyes shut close. Like magic, the pain in her scalp became numb the same moment the kiss deepened and her lips parted. If anything the pain gave birth to a bliss that made her body shudder. 

It was a kiss like never before and had her toes curling even before she could respond to him. Clara couldn't count the number of times she and Luther kissed but it couldn't compare to this one right here. This kiss was on a higher level and it made her begin to see Marcel in another light.