Oh Richie...

Sharlynn looked at Richie with a timid expression. The man's face in front of her looked cold as if Sharlynn was staring at an iceberg that couldn't melt.

"If I don't do something, I might freeze to death here," she muttered.

Sharlynn glanced at the overturned baking sheet with the dough lying on the floor, still covered in dried flour. Her nosy idea kicked in, and she unintentionally smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" Sharlynn blinked and turned back to Richie, still staring at her coldly. However, it was the man's cold stare that Sharlynn could not forget.

"No...maybe you're looking at it wrong," Sharlynn complained as she shifted her body and squatted to brush her hands across the flour spill.

"What are you doing?" Richie glared in annoyance when he saw the woman's flour-soiled palms.

Sharlynn smiled and showed him her dry, flour-covered palms. No words were spoken; Richie did not realize the quick movement of Sharlynn's hand that touched his face.

As a result, the flour was trans