The Unexpected Marriage

Chapter 22 Abbott

She took many shopping bags back home. It was not her home but Darren's apartment. She hung the clothes one by one in the wardrobe.

His eyes swept around the room, finding that this apartment was warmer than it had been before Joan came. In the past, he rarely stayed overnight here, only when he was in an extreme depression. Nobody knew that he had bought a small apartment here except his assistant Selina and his driver.

So the house was just a place for sleep. There were only two bottles of red wine and empty goblets in the cupboard, only toothbrush and a razor on the washing table. There was a white shirt in the wardrobe, which, though also belonged to Armani, was stained with a small red wine near the collar.

Since he was a neat freak, he decided to use it as his temporary pajama.

Joan tidied up her clothes, and saw Darren patrolling around. She went on, "I thought this was another detention center if you didn't tell me it was your house. I can't find any trace that someone has lived here. Look, your kitchen is so clean that there is not even an ant. "

"No one knows here. I don't live here often, either." He said gently.

What a wily woman! Since Joan came here, she had not changed much except for the fridge, which was rich. She took out two jars of ice cola and handed them to him. "Is this one of your secret place prepared to do bad things?"

"But now in this place... There's only you. " He swallowed a mouthful of the cola and took a deep breath. He approached her deliberately, "How about I stay here tonight, Mrs. Lu?"

Joan strode away and said, "Don't forget we had an arranged marriage. I'm just your nominal girlfriend. I'm not going to satisfy your girlfriend's duties! If you are done with it, please leave now! It's too late! "

"How could you kill the donkey after taking advantage of it?" He grasped the can with an incredible force.

"Yes, you are a donkey," Joan said in a hurry. When he came back to his senses, she swiftly slipped into her bedroom and locked the door.

As soon as she set foot in the room, she slammed the door with force. Her speed was so fast that he had no time to stop.

'How dare you lock me outside! I will let you know that you are dead one day!' He swore to himself.

On the day of Darren's grandpa's birthday, Joan was woken up by a rush of doorbell. She checked the time on her phone. It was only half past four. Why was he stopping her from sleeping this early in the morning?

She opened the door, finding Selina's working face. She put on an official smile and the man who was more charming than a girl standing in front of her.

"Miss Zhang? What the hell is wrong with your young boss this early? " She yawned as she let them in. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Selina leisurely introduced the handsome man behind her, "Miss Gu, this is the top designer who is specialized in styling for a first-line Star: Abbott. Mr. Lu has invited him to help you. "

The high-end fishtail dress would match a noble hairstyle and makeup.

But she didn't have to get up so early. The birthday party started at nine o'clock and he asked her to do makeup at half past four? She hadn't eaten yet.

However, as Darren had given out the order, she had no choice but to follow it.

Later, she found that Abbott was a replica of Darren. It was exactly the same person. His fingertips gently touched her face.

"Look at your skin! Terrible!" Before Joan could say anything, the spray he used was sprayed on her face. The sweet and greasy taste of the peach-like water choked her and made her cough. "You are just so mediocre. I don't know why Mr. Lu likes you."

Mediocre? Even though she didn't think she was more beautiful than an immortal, no one had ever said that she was just a mediocre girl. She really wanted to stand up and give him a heavy blow.

She wondered whether the dresser knew anything about the art of beauty.

He swept his long and thin fingers through her hair, twisted left and right, and then made a simple shape. After fixing her hair with a little bit of hair gel, he used the golden compound that he was biting on his teeth to put a peony on in a bun.

He did her eyebrows, foundation, shadow and highlight smoothly. All she could do was to sit there and wait.

"Open your eyes!" Hearing Abbott's order, Joan subconsciously opened her eyes and rushed to the mirror the next second.

'Is... Is this me?' She had never been so beautiful even at her wedding ceremony. She couldn't help but put her fingers on the peony. It was so cold and she felt it was precious.

She felt that her elbow was slightly tilted. When she tried to correct it, she got a heavy blow on the back.

"Crack!" a crisp sound appeared. She withdrew her hand because of the pain. She stood up quickly and shouted to Abbott, "How dare you hit me?"

"Because you almost ruined my work. You stupid girl, don't you know that only the most beautiful and eye-catching thing was asymmetry? You put the peony up right, like a piece of flower stuck on a shit. Other people will think that I was out of my mind if you go out!"

He pushed her back to the chair, put the peony in the right place and said, "I don't care whether you are laughed at or not, but everyone knows that it's my work when you go out today. It's not that easy for you to ruin my brand."

He didn't give Joan any chance to retort. He took out a pair of earrings and a necklace from his suitcase and handed them to Selina. Then he turned around and left.

She was even colder than Darren.

Selina smiled, "Don't mind it, Miss Gu. It's not easy to invite Abbott. He has a bad temper, let me help you to put on the earrings."

Joan had been angry since she got up this morning. The moment Darren saw her, he knew what she was up to. "We'll see my grandpa. If you still have such a face, you won't be able to work anymore," he threatened.

"Next time when you're looking for a makeup artist, please find a sane person. My morning was ruined by your him."

His fault? Joan was so eloquent that Darren's kindness had been shifted into the main cause of her bad mood.

In the eyes of others, only they made mistakes. But Joan seemed to blame everything on him.

However, he could not take it personal or be angry.