Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 667

I had been disfigured. Half an hour ago, as I stared at that hideous face in the mirror, I did not even have the energy to cry. In fact, I did not know if I should laugh or cry. I wondered what kind of ordeal a woman must have gone through to have ended up that way.

From what Tobey said, it seemed like Flora and he had gone through a lot together. If that was the case, why did he not protect her well and allow such a kind woman to go mad?

When Flora applied lipstick on my lips, she had intentionally smudged it, causing my slender lips to look much thicker than it actually was. After sizing me up for a while, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, “Perfect! This is how you should look like. I’m sure Tobey will never take a second glance at you again.”

“There’s really nothing between Tobey and me. How many times do you want me to tell you?” I felt rather upset. My feelings were clearly shown on my face, which was reflected in the mirror. I looked so ugly that even I felt disgusted with myself.

Flora did not add any cuts to my face with the knife, but she had given me a special makeover. I was not sure where she had managed to get black paint, which she had used to cover my entire face, from. After doing that, she added a layer of foundation on it as she seemed to have found it too black. I looked slightly fairer after that, but she was still not happy with it and proceeded to add a few layers of blush to my face.

As such, my face turned out to be a deep crimson color. In addition to my extremely thick eyebrows and messy hair, I was pretty sure that even Christopher would not be able to recognize me if I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to him. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Hehe, now that you look like this, I’m sure Tobey won’t like you anymore. As expected, I’m much prettier than you.” Flora walked a few rounds around me, observing my new look. Finally, she clapped her hands in satisfaction. She even wanted to take a picture of me and send it to Tobey.

I was secretly overjoyed and immediately said, “Sure, that’s a great idea! After you send my picture to him, he’ll definitely stop talking to me. That’s also what I want.”

“What are your intentions? Are you playing any tricks? Don’t you even dare!” Flora bellowed and kicked the chair. However, she did not have enough strength to kick it over and hurt her toe instead. The woman was so angry that she slammed her phone to the ground, shattering it.

I was speechless. That was the strangest way of kidnapping someone. Flora was also probably the lousiest kidnapper ever.

The woman went to search for her phone, only to realize that she had smashed it after a while. She picked up the pieces from the floor and stared at them for a long time. Suddenly, hugging the remnants of her phone, she started wailing. “This is a gift from Tobey, but I’ve destroyed it. What should I do? What should I do? I can feel my heart breaking.”

Well, my heart was breaking too. I was already almost going insane. At that moment, I suddenly had a newfound respect for Tobey. I wondered how he had managed to stay normal after being with such an edgy and suspicious woman for so long. He even had a good sense of humor, although he could be

rather mercenary at times. I really had to give it up to him. If I were him, I would have been driven to the brink of insanity long ago.

“Umm, there’s a phone in the bag on the table. You can use that,” I suggested cautiously, hoping that she would take the bait.

“Really?” Flora had a confused expression on her face as she looked toward the bag on the table. Tilting her head, she seemed to be deep in thought. “When did I have a bag like that? I really don’t remember.”

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you can use the phone to send the photo. Isn’t that what you wanted to do?” I tried to persuade her to take the phone while observing her at the same time.

Indeed, she fell for it and went to retrieve the phone from my bag. Then, she quickly walked over and took multiple shots of me, but found that it was lacking contrast. As such, I suggested that we take a photo together. By doing that, not only it would clearly show how hideous I look, her beauty would also be emphasized.

Flora did exactly as I proposed. At that moment, I came to a conclusion. Flora was not just mentally unstable, but her condition was really serious.

“Who should I send the photo to? Where’s Tobey’s number? Why isn’t it saved?” Flora mumbled to herself as she scrolled through my contacts anxiously, looking as if she was about to cry.

“It’s at the top of the list, saved as “My Love”. That’s Tobey’s number. Just send the photos over.”