The Wife In Disguise

Louis stopped and looked at Violet with a raised eyebrow.

Violet coughed lightly, “That, Rosalie told me that there is a dinner party tomorrow night. It’s your succession ceremony. This occasion should be important to you, so sit down and I’ll refine your makeup.”

She wanted to take a few of his hairs and do a genetic test with her own daughter.

Louis didn’t say anything and watched Violet get up and come over. Then she took out eyebrow clips, eyebrow cutters and other tools from her makeup bag.

She actually thought of refining his makeup?

“My face still needs makeup?”

He was confident.

After all, since childhood, his ears have been filled with words of praise.

As an adult, those women saw him more like seeing a gold.

“Mr. Johnson, your features are handsome and perfectly proportioned. I’ll just fix the small details for you. For example, the shape of your eyebrows.”

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However, he did have the capital to be narcissistic.

A handsome face was born almost perfectly.

Better looking than most of the male celebrities she had seen in the entertainment industry.

It did not require much care at all.

Violet leaned over and trimmed his eyebrows.

The woman’s fragrance came to the nose and the fullness of the woman’s breasts as far as the eye can see.

A small, cool hand brushed over his brow and cheek, skimming over the tip of his heart like a feather.

Louis’ eyes deepened slightly, some images flashed through his mind, and his breathing sank a bit.

“How much longer?”

“Don’t worry, it’s almost there.”

Violet finished shaping his eyebrows and poked her body upwards.

“Huh, Mr. Johnson, you actually have white hair.”

Whew!

Well, it went well and pulled two hairs.

Violet was so nervous that her palms were sweaty and her heart dropped.

Just as she was about to call it a day, there was a tightness around her waist.

The next thing you know, she was sitting on the man’s lap.

Violet’s heart swung and her eyes drifted over her hands, and she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She didn’t know if it was a guilty conscience or dryness-heat.

“Mr. Johnson, it’s ready.”

Why was he holding her back?

Did he find something?

Louis’ dark eyes were deep as he looked at Violet’s ugly makeup and reached out to touch it.

He was probably bewitched.

He can’t believe that this ugly face was also quite pleasant to the eyes.

Violet stared blankly at Louis, her face burned where had been touched.

What was he doing?

To this ugly face of hers, he actually did not show a disgusted expression?

“Mr. Johnson, I would like to ask, when I go to the dinner tomorrow, do I need to go in my original appearance?”

The original appearance?

Louis’s hand movements paused, and the corners of his mouth hooked up smiling, “Yes! If you’re not afraid of my stepmother suing you for marriage fraud, I don’t care.”

This woman was found for him by his stepmother.

If she was not afraid of getting into trouble, he was happy to watch the show.

“Mr. Johnson, then I’d better go with this ugly face. I’m afraid that if I suddenly change my face, my grandmother will be stimulated.”

Violet smiled sarcastically and made an excuse.

She just talked too much!

Louis didn’t mind. Of course she was happy to make a fool of herself!

“Heh, Violet, you’re so good at making excuses.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“…”

The woman’s face was still as ugly as ever, but the gaze behind the lenses was sly.

The two were very close at this point.

Louis was inexplicably a little thirsty.

He clasped her slender waist and his gaze fell on her red lips …

“Ouch.”

From the living room came the cry of Lucy almost tripping.

Louis tilted his head a little, his eyes flashed a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.