Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 380

“If I go on stage without any makeup, I’ll rant on Twitter about how irresponsible you were so my fans can criticize you.” Francis crossed his arms and hummed gleefully.

“Hah I didn’t ask you to wait for me, anyway While saying that. Christina cleaned her hands with a wet wipe and began applying skincare products on Francis face.

Pre-makeup skincare routines were a vital step. They could even affect the outcome of the touch-ups.

After inspecting his face meticulously, Christina realized he had amazing skin. Unlike normal people, he did not have uneven skin tones.

When she had finished applying the foundation on his face, she instructed, “Wait here.”

Putting down the applicator, she cleaned her hands again with another wet wipe before picking out his outfit.

An artist’s outfit was usually borrowed, but in the case of well-known celebrities like Francis, the brands would naturally sponsor the celebrities’ clothes upon learning about their attendance at the event.

It did not matter whether the clothes were used, but the brand would get free advertisement if the celebrities wore them.

Christina picked a suit, a white shirt, and two royal blue pins. A simple outfit would suffice for events like that.

“Why didn’t you bring something from the studio? I can wear them if they’re suitable.”

Francis sat with his legs crossed, casually staring at Christina’s back as she worked.

Her comportment was naturally graceful. In fact, her back alone exuded an elegant poise.

“We don’t have any male outfits in stock. Besides, we don’t have your sizes,” Christina pointed out as she compared two shirts of different styles with the suit.

“I’ll go to your office to get one made when I’m free,” said Francis plainly.

Christina merely tried to match the outfits instead of answering him.

When she was happy with her choice of clothing, she set them aside and continued putting on the setting. powder for Francis.

“Why do you need to wait for so long before putting on the powder?” asked Francis, trying to find common ground.

Their scents were apparent to one another, considering how close they were to each other. “That’s because I’m waiting for the foundation to set. It’s a little trick I use. After that, I’ll apply the powder before your face secrets any oil. That way, the foundation will stay. Most makeup artists don’t know this trick.”

Christina felt a little proud to share her secret.

Seeing her smile, Francis, too, did the same.

Suddenly, his smile stiffened, and his gaze was fixed on the red mark on Christina’s neck.

Wow, it even has traces of dark purple. Just exactly how hard does one need to kiss to make that color appear?

The view was like daggers that slashed at Francis’ heart. It ached terribly, even though there were no wounds.

“Why are you still staying in Scenic Garden Manor? That’s where you were imprisoned—”

Christina stuffed his blabbering mouth with the applicator before he ended his sentence.

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A terrific amount of powder went up to his nose, leaving him panting even after coughing several times. “Are you trying to kill me, Christina?” he screeched in panic.

“Shut up. Don’t you dare bring up my relationship with Nathaniel in public places like this.” Christina threw him a glare to make her warning clearer.

Hearing that, Francis wound his fingers around her bony wrist and stared intently at her flawless face. “All right. Let’s not talk about him.”

Rolling her eyes at him, Christina freed her hand to continue putting on his makeup, completely unaware of the prying eyes in the distance that witnessed her “outrageous acts.”

How could she treat Francis like that?

To the other ladies, Francis was like royalty. They could not believe he was getting bullied by a mere makeup artist.

Infuriated by what she saw, Penelope saved the pictures she secretly took so she could send them into the fan group chat when the time came.

Hmph! Christina might not like Francis, but he has many admirers. His precious fans would never tolerate someone bullying their dream man. Looks like someone will help me deal with her this time.

An evil smirk crept to Penelope’s lips as she stared at the photos.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and in came a woman in a red gown who sat on Francis’ lap without hesitation. “Fran, I didn’t know you were attending the banquet. Why didn’t you say hello?”