Preston was utterly dumbfounded, his mouth dropping open wide enough to fit an apple.
Melanie quickly looked away.
His birthmark was startling enough on its own; making such an exaggerated expression only made it worse.
"But... is that... a good idea... I'm a guy..."
She gave him a quick sideways glance.
"Yeah, you definitely don't look like a girl."
Preston was speechless.
"This is for the swelling. Put it on yourself."
She tossed a tube of ointment at him and went back to her work.
He muttered a quiet thank you, clutching the tube with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure.
And so, he stayed the night in her rented apartment.
Preston was well aware of his own appearance.
Forget someone as beautiful as Melanie—even his fat, pig-headed boss at the factory thought he looked terrifying.
The apartment didn't have a spare room; there was only one bedroom.
He knew that even if he stayed, he would definitely be sleeping on the floor.
Of course, if she let him sleep on the sofa, that would be even better.
Melanie was busy tinkering with the limited ingredients she had on hand.
Relying solely on this batch to invent a miracle cure for his birthmark was a pipe dream.
She was an expert in Advanced Bio-Pharmacology, not a wizard.
She was just running some initial tests with what she had.
The real reason she had asked him to stay was that creating a treatment wouldn't happen overnight.
Besides, in her eyes, staying here had to be better than him going back to wherever he came from.
Those vicious curses she heard in the alley earlier were most likely from his own family.
His face truly was difficult to look at.

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