Chapter 979 A City

• Ashton pursed his lips into a hard line, and brushed the strand of hair that was blocking my vision to the back, and said, “The flight is really early, we have to speed up.”
• After I was done with my teeth, he had already done my hair. I cocked my head to one side and peered into the mirror. He had actually done a decent job. Raising a brow, I said to him, “How many times have you attempted to style this for it to turn out this perfect?”
• He raised a brow as well and drew out a tissue to wipe the foam off the corners of my mouth. “This is my first time, and I'm still fumbling, but practice makes perfect. However, seeing that you, my client, are quite satisfied. Maybe I'm just a gifted stylist.”