In the safe passage.
Josie shook off Austin's hand and rubbed her sore wrist, saying angrily, "Austin, what the hell do you want?"
Austin watched her blow up and pushed her against the wall with one hand.
"That should be my question to you! Josie, have you made enough of this? Just for a Matilda, you really want to break up with me?"
The man braced himself against the wall with one hand, held her shoulders with the other, and circled her in his arms.
Josie pushed back against his chest and glared at him, "Austin, I didn't make a scene. I made it very clear to you that you were the one who chose your rescuer and you were the one who pushed me away!"
She asked him to choose between saving his life and her.
It was he who chose the former, wasn't it?
"Josie, can you be reasonable, Matilda is my savior, if she is in trouble, I will definitely help, because one cannot be ungrateful, right? Or do you expect me to be a cold-blooded person?"
Austin looks at Josie and tries to reason with her.
Josie looked away, "Yes, I'm a brutal person. I can put up with anyone, but not Matilda. I just don't want my man to have any dealings with Matilda. If you can't do that, then there's nothing to say."
The woman's face is stubborn and there is no compromise in it.
Austin only felt the depression in his heart.
Thanks to his low voice to her, but people simply indifferent.
She really does not love herself.
If you love him, how can you not compromise?
Austin's grip on her shoulder slowly loosened.
Josie took the opportunity to push him out of the way and sprinted quickly out of the security channel.
The throat is like blocked by cotton, sore and swollen.
Josie bit her lip and raised her eyes to take a deep breath to keep her tears from falling.
She doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore.
Just let him think she's a brutal person.
In the makeup chair, Violet finished fixing Louis' eyebrows and wondered if she should put some powder on him.
But someone's face and skin tone are so good that they really don't need much grooming.
"Okay?"
Louis looked at Violet's pensive look and asked in a low voice.
"Wait a little longer, let me put some lip color on your lips."
His lips were bloodshot but still a little lighter if he was on stage.
The rest of the body can be left unmade up, just work on his lip color.
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