However, men would not treasure something once they got it.
Chester sat down by the window with a long face and took out a cigarette packet from the drawer.
Upon seeing that, Eliza sat on his lap. She spontaneously took the lighter from the drawer and covered it to light the cigarette for him.
Chester raised his thick, black brow. Then, he looked down at the woman in his arms who lit the cigarette for him. She had thick make-up on her lashes, and her face was heavily powdered. It was indeed pretty and delicate.
Nevertheless, the scent of the cosmetic products she used made him feel that she was no different from other women he had been with.
The buzz of excitement that had just rushed up inside him somehow wore off.
"Why are you wearing such heavy make-up today?" He brushed his hand on her face. When he saw the powder on the tip of his finger, he wiped it on her skirt disdainfully.
Eliza was at a loss of words.
He was the scum of the earth.
'Wash it off." He pushed her away.
"I don’t have any make-up remover with me.” Eliza deliberately showed that she was gritting her teeth in annoyance. "All the women in the entertainment industry wear make-up. Who goes out bare-faced? Isn’t Cindy like this too? Do you also look down on her?"
"You hardly wore make-up back then, no?" Chester asked nonchalantly.
"I did wear light make-up, but I have a film to shoot this afternoon. I need to wear make -up so that I look good in front of the camera,” Eliza explained.
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