Chapter 31: Why Was It Him?
Kate got her medical checkup report the day before and arranged to go to the beauty parlor for a makeover. She received reform on skin, hair, eyebrows, manicure, and even the most private part was not neglected.
The reform was thorough, but they still tried to preserve her natural beauty. When she was lying on the bed, allowing herself to be treated as they liked, she thought if only she could be more stupid and shameless, then she would not feel hurt and shed tears.
When Kate sat in the dressing room and let them do her makeup, she had a sense of being merchandise. She was no different from the shampoo, tissue paper, or any other item on the shelves in the supermarket. They were all something to be used.
When the makeup artist signaled her to look in the mirror, she was taken aback. The face in the mirror was uncanny: hers but also not hers.
Her face outline was more outstanding and vivid; her skin had a naturally rosy complexion; there was no sign of artificial packing. However, the beautiful packaging was just to sell at a better price.
The makeup artist stood aside and appreciated his work. He appraised, “You have great potential. Your face is suitable for many images. Today we go with the natural style. Perhaps we can try other styles on other days.”
Kate laughed bitterly inside. The other days…
After waiting in the lounge for quite a long time, somebody came and gave her a room card.
She walked in the carpeted corridor, and her heels made a dull noise. She was so depressed. The row of small lights on the ceiling gave dazzling light, and she thought she had finally come to this point, and there was no way to escape anymore.
She got to the room she was sent to. She raised her head and saw the number 1808.
She thought of Betty. If she knew what she was doing now, would she exhale a cloud of smoke and laugh? Or she would ask her where your principles are?
Kate waved away her thoughts. Principles, the word had already left her world.
She took a deep breath, and the door card dropped when she was going to open the door. A waiter passed and seemed to see through what she was. She felt ashamed and opened the door and got in hastily.
It was spacious and luxurious inside. It was like another world. The gorgeous floral carpet extended to the entire room, and the furniture was a mixture of modern and European Palace style. However, there was a man standing facing the French window. He was in black, tall, and aloof. His back itself was foreboding. Kate got the intention to run away.
When he turned to her, it was like being struck by lightning. The second she came to her senses, she turned and ran to the door. She pressed the lock handle violently, but the door would not open. She turned back in puzzlement and saw him holding a remote in his hand. Did he lock the door?
She was in a panic. Why was it him? How?
The luxurious room was now like a huge cage. The air became solid and oppressed her from all sides. She had difficulty breathing.
The man was approaching while he asked calmly, “Why are you running?”
Kate didn’t reply. He raised the corners of his eyebrows. “Not satisfied with the guest?”
The word “guest” hit Kate’s eardrums like a heavy hammer. She couldn’t make a sound. She was full of sorrow and remorse, for she sought the insult herself.
The man gave her a glance for a few seconds and commented, “Not bad.”
She didn’t know what he meant.
Then he lifted his hand, and when his fingertips touched Kate’s cheek, she dodged aside instinctively. But his fingers still touched her and ran down along the fair and smooth skin.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Kate could not endure this slow execution-like torment anymore, and she opened her mouth “Mister…”
“Uh?”
“Mr. Fox,” she said with great difficulty, “Let me go, please.”
Tristan laughed lightly and said slowly, “I don’t know that now the escort could pick guests. Which door do you want to knock then? The next one?”
His fingertips remained on her collar bone and rubbed it. He felt her suppressed trembling and said, “You scare me?”
Kate looked bravely into his eyes and declared, “I quit.”