The Love that Never Really Dies novel Chapter 223

After both of them set off, Brandon, who had been waiting for a long time, started complaining.

“Seriously? It’s my mom’s birthday. Why can you only leave after that ex-husband of yours leaves? Don’t tell me you’re inferior to him just because you’re a nanny?”

Sasha stayed silent.

Of course, the reason she came out so late was because she didn’t want Sebastian to find out that she would be attending the party as well.

However, this pretty boy managed to hit a nerve in her.

Nanny…

Sasha’s mouth tightened at the corners and she refused to speak.

Her silence made Brandon realize that he had said something wrong again. Hence, he quickly changed the subject. “Alright, alright. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’ll take you to do your makeup and get dressed.”

“Makeup?” This drew Sasha’s attention. “Why do I have to wear makeup? Is it really necessary?”

“Of course. You must know, that mayor’s daughter my mom introduced to me isn’t just a run-of-a-mill woman. If you don’t outshine her, I don’t think I’ll be able to escape my mom’s plans.”

As Brandon drove, he stated his reasons for doing so with a disgruntled look on his face.

However, it only served to make Sasha even more speechless.

Is there something wrong with this guy’s brain? Does he actually think I’d be able to outshine the mayor’s daughter by just putting on some makeup? Is he blind?

“Brandon, if that’s the case, I suggest you pick a new candidate to be your fake girlfriend.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s obviously something wrong with your eyes. How can I compete with a socialite? I’m already old and dull. I’m a mother of three, for God’s sake! Meanwhile, she’s in the prime of her youth. So tell me, just how do you think I can outshine her?”

Sasha looked at him as if he should be put in a mental home.

Brandon froze under her gaze.

His eyes were fixated on the rearview mirror, and his mouth was slightly agape. For a long time, no words came.

Is there a misunderstanding between this woman and her own face?

Has she never looked into the mirror?

Thereafter, Brandon was adamant to make her realize what a beauty she was.

He floored the accelerator and the Lamborghini sped along the road. It didn’t take long before the two of them arrived in the city center and meet up with Brandon’s personal makeup artist.

“Prep her.”

“Will do, Mr. Emmanuel!”

The makeup artist’s eyes instantly lit up upon seeing Sasha’s face.

A woman’s beauty and elegance was subjective. However, makeup artists had the most say in this aspect because they relied on this to make a living.