Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 126

"I'm allergic to makeup."

Marguerite swiveled her head, dodging the man's arm nervously and taking a half-step back.

The man noticed her movements, but didn't react.

Suddenly, he raised his arm and his muscular arm immediately moved behind Marguerite's head.

Marguerite was momentarily stunned as the tension at the back of her head dissipated, her hair tie was untied by the man's long fingers, and her shoulder-length hair cascaded down like a waterfall...

This scene was inexplicable beautiful.

Frederick's breath hitched, his eyes glued to the sight.

Marguerite lifted her head, calling out in confusion, "Frederick?"

"If you don't want to put on makeup, you might as well let your hair down."

"Huh?"

Not wearing makeup meant letting her hair down?

Was there a necessary connection between the two?

Marguerite was completely puzzled.

Then, she heard the man's laughter, laced with a hint of magnetism.

"Let it down. It looks great."

Marguerite was a little lost.

Was he sure?

The mask she currently wore made her face look quite ugly.

But this man actually said that she looked good with her hair down?

The aesthetic of the rich was always a bit peculiar, something she as an ordinary person couldn't understand.

But being complimented still felt good.

Marguerite couldn't help but smile, happily taking the initiative to link arms with the man.

He escorted her out of the dressing room. As they passed a mirror, Marguerite noticed that they seemed to be dressed as a couple?

A well-tailored black suit, cufflinks made of vintage pearls, echoing the diamonds around her waist.

He wasn't wearing a tie, two buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing his healthy complexion.