Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1537

Santiago put his empty plate aside and took a tissue to clean his mouth with. The other stylist did not dare to speak to him. Everyone knew what his temper was like. He was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. No one dared to offend him.

The stylist in charge of Raeleigh hurried over to Santiago. She latched onto Santiago's arm with one hand and patted his chest with the other. "Mr. Santiago, I misspoke. You shouldn't bother yourself with people like me."

"That's enough from you." Santiago gave the stylist a scornful glance.

The stylist hurriedly went on, "I'm sorry, I forgot myself. It must be because I'm too used to dealing with the other customers."

Santiago did not reply. He strode towards the dressing room. After entering the room, he sat down on his seat. His stylist helped him put a face mask on.

When Raeleigh came back and saw Santiago with the face mask on, she found the sight quite amusing. A tall, strong man like him with such a delicate face mask...

Raeleigh sat down too. Santiago's eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep. As Raeleigh watched Santiago sleep, she gradually felt her eyelids getting heavier. Eventually, she fell asleep too.

The stylist ended up unable to do her makeup because she had fallen asleep. Glancing at Santiago beside her, she thought that it'd be best if she left them alone.

Santiago stirred from his sleep. For some reason, Raeleigh woke up too. She opened her eyes and looked at the people standing opposite of them. She found it funny that there were so many people afraid of Santiago.

When Raeleigh noticed that Santiago was staring at her, she looked away and stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was the first time she thought of herself as beautiful and flawless. There was no other way to describe it. However, Raeleigh also keenly felt that the face she saw staring back at her had been through a lot.

Somehow, she felt as if she had just woken up from a very long dream. She had been through so much and met so many people over the years. She considered herself very lucky to be able to reunite with her biological parents after being taken away as a baby.

Raeleigh lowered her eyes slightly, a smile gracing her face. Santiago looked over at Raeleigh and asked, "What are you smiling at?"

Raeleigh then turned to look at Santiago. "Is there a problem? If you don't want to see me smile, then don't look at me!"

Santiago pulled a long face. "Hmph!"

Raeleigh was momentarily startled, then looked back at herself in the mirror, quite amused.

The past few years hadn't been easy on her, but there were a lot of matters that she had no choice in. She had no regrets.

If she was given a choice right then, if she knew what would happen in the future and what she had to go through, she would still say without hesitation that she regretted nothing.

Raeleigh got up from her seat after the stylist finished with her makeup. By the time Santiago looked up, Raeleigh had already entered the fitting room. The stylist opened the door and was about to enter as well when Santiago asked, "Do you want me to break your damned legs?"

The stylist immediately stopped in his tracks, trembling with fear. He turned to look at Santiago. "Mr. Santiago, I have to go inside to help Miss Raeleigh with her dress."

The stylist was extremely anxious. He thought to himself that an instant death right there and then would be preferable.

It was way better than being tortured.

Santiago glanced at the stylist who was doing his hair and asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes, Mr. Santiago."

"Alright."

Santiago pulled off the hairdressing gown, got up, and strode towards the fitting room where Raeleigh was. The stylist quickly stepped aside to make way for Santiago to enter.

When Raeleigh heard someone enter the dressing room, she initially thought it was a female staff member who came to help her.

After all, there were many women in the studio. The moment she entered the room, she saw a box placed on the table. She had no idea when the box was delivered, but it had been put there nonetheless.