At that moment, the driver stepped on the brakes and the water from the bottle splashed out.
The water splashed onto Isaac's chest. Juliet's left hand was wet too.
He immediately twisted the bottle cap close and apologized to Juliet, "I'm sorry! Are your clothes wet?"
The driver looked behind and passed them a box of tissues. "I'm so sorry, a car just suddenly swerved in front of me. Such a terrible driver!"
Isaac accepted the box of tissues and passed some tissues to Juliet.
"It's fine. Please drive safely," Isaac said, well-mannered.
Juliet accepted the tissue paper and wiped her wet arm.
Her wrist guard was wet too. It was uncomfortable wearing it, so she took off her wrist guard.
The lighting in the car was extremely dim, but since she had such fair skin, Isaac could still vaguely see the scar on her wrist.
It was as if an electric current coursed through him. He was in a daze.
He glanced at Juliet's scar in a daze. He remembered the task that Natalie had given him…
Juliet realized that Isaac seemed to be looking at her scar, so she put on her wrist guard once more.
"Isaac, have I frightened you?" Juliet asked worriedly.
"No…" Isaac looked at her clean face and forced a smile. "How did you get the scar on your wrist? Don't tell me it's…"
"It's exactly what you think. Miss Tate asked me this when I went for the interview as well." Juliet did not feel like repeating herself. "I don't want everyone who sees me to ask me the same question, so I wore a wrist guard."
Isaac nodded and no longer continued asking her questions. "You're a Ylorean, right?"
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