“I’m allergic to makeup.”
Marguerite swiveled her head, dodging the man’s arm nervously and taking a half–step back.
The man noticed her movements, but didn’t react.
Suddenly, he raised his arm and his muscular arm immediately moved behind Marguerite’s head.
Marguerite was momentarily stunned as the tension at the back of her head dissipated, her hair tie was untied by the man’s long fingers, and her shoulder–length hair cascaded down like a waterfall…
This scene was inexplicable beautiful.
Frederick’s breath hitched, his eyes glued to the sight.
Marguerite lifted her head, calling out in confusion, “Frederick?”
“If you don’t want to put on makeup, you might as well let your hair down.”
Not wearing makeup meant letting her hair down?
Was there a necessary connection between the two?
Marguerite was completely puzzled.
Then, she heard the man’s laughter, laced with a hint of magnetism.
“Let it down. It looks great.”
Marguerite was a little lost.
Was he sure?
The mask she currently wore made her face look quite ugly.
But this man actually said that she looked good with her hair down?
The aesthetic of the rich was always a bit peculiar, something she as an ordinary person couldn’t understand.
But being complimented still felt good.
Marguerite couldn’t help but smile, happily taking the initiative to link arms with the man.
He escorted her out of the dressing room. As they passed a mirror, Marguerite noticed that they seemed to be dressed as a couple?
A well–tailored black suit, cufflinks made of vintage pearls, echoing the diamonds around her waist.
He wasn’t wearing a tie, two buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing his healthy complexion.
The outfit wasn’t overly formal, but it had a strong, wild vibe.
No doubt, Frederick looked incredibly attractive today.
And the softness she exuded seemed to balance out the sharpness in him.
Looking at it this way, they seemed to be a perfect match.
“Marguerite, what are you thinking? How could you possibly be a match for Frederick?”
Marguerite quickly hid these thoughts, shaking her head and following Frederick into a luxury car, the status–symbol of him, heading towards the mansion.
Half an hour later.
“Mr. Winston, we’ve arrived.”
The driver’s voice had Marguerite looking out the window.
She noticed that the Winston Mansion was also located in an estate, although smaller than Frederick’s, it was still substantial.
Rows of bodyguards stood like royal guards, in formal uniforms on either side of the road, stretching out into the distance. Countless luxury cars were neatly parked on the
“Mr. Winston, welcome home!”
Marguerite’s high heels had just touched the ground when the bodyguards shouted in unison, startling her so much she almost tripped.
If it hadn’t been for Frederick quickly steadying her, she might’ve fallen.
“Sorry, I lost my balance.” Marguerite looked at the scene in front of her, feeling a bit nervous.
She tried to grab the man’s arm, but Frederick was faster, tightly gripping her hand and gently pulling her up.
Frederick’s palm was warm, making Marguerite’s head spin for a moment, her heart racing.
She felt something different about this man holding her hand.
In formal occasions, a woman linking arms with a man was a polite gesture.
No matter the relationship, it wouldn’t raise eyebrows.
But holding hands seemed like an intimate gesture between lovers.
Marguerite felt uneasy, attempting to pull away, but the man only tightened his grip.
She had no choice but to follow him step by step.
As they crossed the lawn, a three–story castle–like mansion suddenly appeared before them.
Marguerite suddenly stopped, and Frederick looked at her. “Are you nervous?”
Marguerite turned to look at Frederick’s handsome face and asked, “I want to know, how do you plan to introduce me to your parents?”