Chapter 918
Stella was stunned for a moment.
She sat in front of the mirror and blushed.
“You...”
She quickly took out a few tissues and wiped off the marks on the corners of her mouth.
“Why didn‘t you say anything?”
She had had the thing on her face from the cabin to the wedding ceremony.
Weston glanced at her lightly. “Why did you think I covered you with a coat?”
Stella threw the tissue away and drew a few new ones. “You should remind me...”
He stood before her, bent down, took the wet tissue in her hand, and lifted her chin. “Don‘t move.”
She could only raise her face and let him wipe it.
It was finally wiped off, but a lingering musk seemed to remain on her.
It was a mix of faint hymenanthera and a fishy smell.
“I‘ll get the makeup artist to touch up my face a little...”
She narrowed her brows and wanted to stand up but was pushed back by Weston. “Let her come in and do it for you.”
At the wedding ceremony.
Guinevere was blocked at the door.
She looked at the guests inside and shouted to the bodyguard at the door, “Let me in!”
“I‘m sorry. Mr. Ford‘s orders.”
“I have an invitation! Why won‘t you let me in?”
Being a little overemotional, she attracted everyone‘s attention in her white wedding dress.
“Is that Guinevere?”
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