Chapter 23 Make Me Your Wife?

• After a quick teleport to the suite to drop their shopping bags, Mariah met Alaric in the washroom where she had left him and together, they left for the salon. Mariah told the hairstylist the style she wanted and when he asked if Alaric should be given a haircut, Mariah was against the idea. “I love the length.” Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway.
• When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”
• “Well, do I look modern enough for you now?” Alaric asked. He really don’t see why they had to go through so much stress and if it wasn’t because he wanted to make Mariah happy, he doubted he would have sat still and let that stylist drag his hair around. He had had his hair washed and combed but no one has ever dragged his hair as much as that man did but he swallowed it, all for Mariah’s sake. Like he said, as long as she was happy.