Chapter 126
“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 muscr 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.”
“Huh?”
Not wearing makeup meant letting her hair down?
Was there a necessary connection between the two?
Marguerite waspletely puzzled.
Then, she heard the man’sughter,ced with a hint of maism.
“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 beingplimented 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 ck 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 healthyplexion.
The outfit wasn’t overly formal, but it had a strong, wild vibe.
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No doubt, Frederick looked incredibly attractive today.
And the softness she exuded seemed to bnce 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 hourter.
“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, wee 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 bnce.” 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 asions, a woman linking arms with a man was a polite gesture.
No matter the rtionship, 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 thewn, 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 n to
introduce me to your parents?”