Daddy, don't flirt novel Chapter 422

After several months of mental therapy, Melia has got rid of her nightmare and approved of his brother’s marriage.

Like Derek says, what’s past is past, and we shouldn’t hurt ourselves and people loving us with the painful history.

Thinking of Derek, there’s a fleeting of happiness in the eyes of Amelia.

“Where are we going? Where’s your brother?” Jamie asks hastily. Amelia doesn’t reply her, instead, she helps her stand up and walks her out of the room.”

“We’re walking down the stairs. Mind your steps. Take your time…” Amelia carefully supports her to ascend the stairs and watches out for her steps in case Jamie trips over.”

“…” Jamie gets more and more confused and wonders what’s waiting for her.

Jamie is escorted into a car and leaves the manor.

Jamie’s hearing gets better as she temporarily can’t see anything. She can sense that Amelia is sitting beside her, and she turns to Amelia to ask her, “Where are we going now?”

“You’ll know it when you get there.” Amelia refuses to give Jamie the answer and comforts her, “Anyway, I won’t hurt you, and you have my words.”

Jamie stays silent. Amelia’s therapy is arranged by Dan himself, and she gets her mental condition from Dan, which shows Amelia is stable enough to behave as normal.

The journey takes so long that Jamie falls asleep, then the car stops at some place.

Amelia helps Jamie get off the car and gestures an “OK” with her hand when she meets the man walking toward them, then Amelia helps Jamie walk slowly.

“Where’re we now?” Although her eyes are covered, she can hear the sound of people walking by.

Soon Jamie is brought into a room. Amelia waves to the dressers and stylists to let them in, with rows of gorgeous dresses and boxes of cosmetics.

Amelia removes the band on Jamie’s eyes, “Hurry up! Come here. We don’t have time to lose.”

Jamie squints and struggles to adjust to the light. Suddenly, Jamie is moved around by a dresser and surprisedly stares at all the dressers, who studies her pretty face for a moment and decides on a make-up fitting her, while stylists are dealing with her hair.

“Amelia, what’s all the fuss about?” Jamie confusedly looks down at the powder brushes on her face.

Make up? For some party?

But she hasn’t been to parties since her pregnancy. Dan even cancels many business parties to look after her.

“Which dress do you like best? This one? No, it’s too sexy, and it’s not your style. That one? No, it’s too plain…” Amelia takes no rest and walks around the dresses to pick up a perfect one for Jamie.

But she can find nothing suitable.

“Ah! Is that dress sent here?” Amelia stops a stylist and asks.

“Miss Amelia, that dress was delivered by airway last night, and it’s about to arrive here,” the stylist answers.

“What takes it so long? What if it’s late?” Amelia stamps her feet in anger, “No, I have to check it over and urge them to send it here quickly…”

She opens the door and leaves there with whine.

“Amelia…” Jamie is about to get up, but her dresser presses her down, seating her into the chair.

“Mrs. Jamie, please stay still, or I can’t do my job.”

Jamie has no choice but to swallow her questions and let the dressers adorn her face with fancy cosmetics.

Obviously, the dressers, coming from abroad, are professional and skillful with deft hands. According to Jamie’s look and temperament, they exclusively make up her face to highlight her beauty and glamor, making her breathtakingly stunning.