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His name is Russell, and he’ll be the next head of young master Cain Fay’s personal guards, next to his old man.
Since young, he was trained to kill and adapt to numerous environments and situations. He had done many underhanded dealings, assassinations, tortures and other dirty things all for the name of his young master.
Young master Cain Fay was a person he put on a pedestal. His young master was ruthless, cold, indifferent, calculating. His young master was like an immortal without flaws sent to the mortal world.
Right now, there was no one he wanted to kill more than young mistress Leanna Lee for shattering his young master’s Godly image.
His young master being all gooey-eyed, he could endure.
His young master surrounded by flying pink hearts and sunshine, he could tolerate.
His young master being unreasonable and over the top, he could comply.
His young master, wearing an elementary backpack, looking like an old man starting primary school, he could turn a blind eye.
THIS is too much!
PUTTING MAKE-UP ON YOUNG MASTER’S ICY-COLD FACE?!
S-s-someone! Please! Kill me! Kill me now while I still have a bit of young master’s Godly image left!
. . .
. . .
Inside the eerily quiet conference room, at the large rectangular table seated four gorgeous men dressed in their stunning three-piece suit.
Zhane, Clyde, and Fin each exchange glances in secret. Cold sweat thick on their backs and palms. They didn’t know how many times they took a peek at Cain, discerning if the man seated at the center table was an imposter.
Zhane’s trembling hand reached for a glass of water as he wet his dry lips. He gulped the water, refreshing his parched throat.
“C-C-Cain,” Zhane said. His shaking voice sliced the heavy silence. “A-are you . . .”
He paused and swallowed hard.
“W-wearing make-up . . . ?”
Cain shot a pointed look at Zhane. His frosty eyes made the latter jumped from his seat.
“Yes, I ‘am,” Cain said with a straight face like wearing make-up was the trendiest thing to do.
The three men gasped. They didn’t know if they should laugh their teeth’s out or be scared silly from the way their friend was acting.
“W-why?” Fin asked, trying to control the tremor in his voice.
Cain raised an eyebrow. “My wife put it on me,” he answered, radiating so much warmth that made the three men shivered in disbelief.
Zhane summoned all his courage and slammed his palms on the table. “C-C-Cain! Princess is still a minor! She can’t be your wife! . . . yet.”
Cain’s pupils drew a slit as pitch dark, murderous air replaced the warmth he emitted.
Zhane trembled and scooted closer to Clyde for protection.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Cain said through the space of his gnashing teeth. He didn’t want to be reminded that he and Leanna were not legally bound to one another.
“Cain,” Clyde said as he shook his head a little, drawing attention to him, “I know you’re currently enjoying the newfound feelings you have for Leanna, but why did you let her put eyeshadows on you?”
“My wife said that my eyes would look more glistening,” Cain answered in a flat voice like asking that question was so stupid.
. . .
. . .
Clyde closed his eyes, massaging his temples. “. . . Okaaaay . . . Why a blush on?”
“I look pale. It added more color.” Cain’s lips curved in a gentle smile as he ran his fingers on his cheek, remembering the time when Leanna put the make-up on. She was so serious that it was adorable.
. . .
. . .
Zhane shivered so hard he almost fell out from his seat. He embraced himself, rubbing away the goosebumps on his body.
Clyde raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t even want to ask about the lip gloss.”
Cain smiled grew wider as he leaned on his leather chair.
“I’m glad you asked. My wife said that the weather is cold and dry, it will cause the lips to crack. Thus, she put lip gloss on me to protect my lips,” he told everyone with a smug look on his face like he had been waiting for someone to ask this question so he could show off on how Leanna was so caring towards him.
The three men gaped with drop jaws. They couldn’t believe a girl could damage their friend to this extent. They didn’t know if they should tell Cain that Leanna was lying to him or she was fooling him.
Either way, what they have seen couldn’t be unseen.
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