Chapter 1398 The Latecomer

• “Do I have something on my face?” Ashton asked, growing uncomfortable under my drilling stare. He put down the document in his hands and folded his legs before leaning on the couch. “Do you also want to put some foundation on my face? You're putting on makeup on your own face, but you're staring at me. You'd better move on to the next step on your routine though, one side of your face is so pale.”
• I retracted my gaze and looked at the mirror, only to realize I had forgotten to put on foundation on one side of my face. I spread it out evenly as I talked to him. “Are you not worried at all about Armond? What if it's a trap?”
• I swore Armond as my nemesis a long time ago. I could never sit still at the mere mention of his name.