Anneliese was startled, and her tears stopped instantly.
Jonathan grabbed the towel off his face and walked toward her.
Anneliese was still sitting on the sink counter, her toes curling involuntarily as he approached.
When he came to a stop in front of her, she finally noticed the ice pack in his hand. Only then did she realize that he hadn't stormed off in anger after hearing her talk about breaking up. Instead, he had gone to get an ice pack for her.
"Do you still want to hit me?" As Jonathan glanced at her drooping posture, the coldness in his eyes faded slightly.
Anneliese glanced at him and said, "I didn't do it on purpose…"
Seeing his hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, guilt washed through Anneliese, especially when she knew that the towel had been covered in her tears and snot.
She wanted to take the towel from Jonathan to rinse it, but the latter didn't let go. He turned on the faucet, rinsed the towel, and wrung it dry.
Anneliese thought Jonathan was going to wipe his face, but he wrapped the ice pack inside the damp towel and pressed it onto her swollen cheek.
She glanced at him, flustered and unsure where to put her gaze. She turned around and grabbed another towel. Then, she gave him while reaching for the ice pack.
"I'll do it myself. You should wipe your face."
However, Jonathan didn't take the towel from her, nor did he hand her the ice pack. Instead, he leaned forward and braced one hand on the counter beside her. His face drew dangerously close to hers.
"You are the one who threw it, so you should clean it."
Anneliese paused. Under the pressure of his gaze, she raised her hand and began wiping the water from his face. Once she finished, she reached for the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead.
Just as her fingers brushed his hair, he raised his hand and grabbed her fingers.
Anneliese wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jonathan interlaced his hand with hers. Then, he lifted their clasped hands to her eye level and asked in a low voice, "What do you see?"
Following his gaze, Anneliese looked down at their intertwined hands.

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