The Queen’s Cosmetician

Why is he in such a place?

For a moment, I thought it was a mistake. The man situated at the entrance to the cemetery, however, must be the man who drew the die into the aristocratic society.

"Hey, what are you doing? Heath."

Die threw a startling glance at the man as he walked over silently. I don't know everything about his plans, but I know about it that he doesn't have business coming down this side of the gate. He's too busy to be in a place like this.

But as a matter of reality, Heath is now standing right in front of the die.

"That's the dialogue here."

His face in response was dark.

"... I don't mean to call your friendship, but where did you need to leave until you lied?

"Huh."

"I went to Miguel's. He said there was nothing like you planned to come.... then try to sneak eyes in a place like this, what the hell are you doing?

Heath's voice, usually gentle against the die, is unusual and angry.

Every word, Die could not see properly his eyes moaning so that he could be angry with everything. Without force, the item drips.

"... oh, sorry"

But Heath wasn't sweet enough to get angry with one apology.

"Okay?

He pushes with a quiet voice.

"I said. He told me to be careful because I've been getting attention lately."

Without a doubt, Heath advised Die that way. Some parts of me heard out of the guilt of spitting lies, but I remember.

Aware that he had not kept conscious of the attention that had been properly exchanged, the die shrunk more and more.

"Be aware that your presence is becoming important to Mariaj and that there are quite a few things that look at your actions."

Heath with her hands on her hips groans coldly.

"Nothing harms you...!

Die turned pale, pointing out that he could be being monitored for trends. But you have to realize it yourself. Because Heath had made it clear to me that more people would put their exploration into the die as a result of invitations from the Gertrude family.

If you make a mistake, every single action of the die puts Mariage in a predicament.

"I'm sorry......!

Grasping the seriousness of the matter, Die apologized as he shouted.

But still, Heath's anger shows no sign that it will subside.

"Hi-su."

No matter how much Die called him, all he had to do was return a cold eye.

(No)

Squeezing Heath's clothes, Die closed his eyes hard to the heat racing up from the back of his nose. I know it's not something I'm allowed to cry about. But his spine froze in the contempt that was directed against him.

Once, it was so much fear that I had never experienced it.

My hands, they tremble.

"I'm sorry. Don't blame me too much for the die, will you?

I scratched my head so sorry, Rowen broke into this conversation.

"Die just got caught up in our selfishness."

Shake off the die's hand wrapped around the cuff and Heath tilts her neck.

"What are we?

The doctor's man responded with a smile.

Me and Arishuel.

"... what?

Heath's expression was strong on the name leaked from Rowen's mouth.

The hell you didn't know what you were talking about.

Rowen, who laughed ridiculously when he put Heath's expression in his eyes, slowly repeated his name again.

"It's me and Arishuel. Arishuel Gertrude"

"... why you and Miss Arishuel?

"... they say they're lovers"

Die gently supplemented Rowen's words.

Heath erases the color from its face.

"No way. The invitation from the Gertrude family the other day."

"Yeah. I wanted Die to bridge the call, and I asked Arisuel to."

"Die, you're with this man."

"I took the liberty of noticing that I was a makeup artist for the Mizweeri family. I explained that to Die earlier, so why don't you ask him again later?

On a stalled heath, Rowen folds even more.

"This time, only once. Just in case, Die didn't tell me anything about the Mizwieri family, and I didn't tell Die anything I heard from Arishuel either. Die was just sympathetic to the two of us.... There's nothing to worry about."

So don't blame Die, Rowen stabs Heath with a nail. Heath, who was struck in the lead, did not even try to hide the bitter expression that seeped irritably, but silently glared at the doctor's man.

"Well."

Rowen turns back to the die who was watching the exchange between the two.

"Then I'll be excused. I've been feeling a lot of danger lately."

"Rowen."

Without responding to the call of the die, Rowen flicks his hands and waves.

"I'll see you when I get a chance"

And he quickly disappeared outside the cemetery.

Pulling back the hand he was reaching for Rowen, Die looks up to the man beside him. Heath stares silently in the direction Rowen left. On its neat side, only quiet dwelt.

At first glance, he also looks calm.

"… all… I'll have you explain."

But the sound of the demand is low and dark.

A voice that dwells in anger.

Die nodded, still regretting that I should have explained it all at the beginning.

"... Yes"

Heath, in the carriage, judging the paperwork while putting Die's explanation in her ear, remained silent all the time. Even after the die finishes talking about the situation, he doesn't try to speak a word. Die could only stare at a man who behaved like he was nothing until he reached the Mizweeri family, biting his lips off.

Returning to the mansion and getting off the carriage first, Heath urged Die with her eyes to follow her.

The one who followed the instructions was his office.

Throw the processed documents into the box rampantly, and Heath leaves her hips at her desk. And I looked back at the die with my legs stopped at the door.

"Well, I know what's going on."

"... sorry"

"That's enough. I don't have to apologize. It's past. It doesn't even seem to matter."

"But Heath, you must be angry, right?

"You can't possibly not be angry though. I couldn't think of a reason to go down to the city until you lied. I thought something was wrong, and I had a bad feeling. If you go looking for me hoping I'm not caught up in something weird, the place you got to is the cemetery, and that's where you and the guy are talking a long time."

Hold the eyebrow, the man roars. Oh, I'm tired, and he looked up at the ceiling.

"... to the flower streets, how"

"You'll find out soon enough. At first he told me that I should go to Miguel's and see the flower streets. Some of the cleaning ladies in the city were watching you. I caught up as soon as I walked in listening. Never do this again."

"I'm sorry."

Repeat the apology, Die bows his head.

"Sorry.... sorry. Dear Mariage, if it bothers you."

My spine freezes when I think that my shortcomings will adversely affect her. She and Heath, as well as the Mizwieri family, will do everything they've ever done.

"I'm sorry, Heath, I'm tired."

He came out of his way to find himself in the city, probably because there's nothing else to know about Miguel's shop.

I made him do extra things.

"Since something happened. Then it's too late"

he said.

"It's not just about the Mizweeri family. About you, too, yes. About a human trying to crush your hand by harassing you, there's enough on this side to throw up and throw away. It's on this side that I don't hate using someone to throw it away. Be more vigilant.... mere love sentences? Don't believe such absurdity, out of your mind. You should be more... suspicious of others"

Even from Rowen.

I took the same advice.

I was wondering what you were going to do if that love sentence was something that would harm the Mizweeri family.

"... worried, did you?

"I just don't want more trouble"

To Die's inquiry, Heath groans in a sigh.

"You have to protect yourself as much as you do."

Not at all, he was right.

There is also so much thickness, such as unconsciously expecting some kind word after this.

"... right"

It was really stupid.

"Sorry......"

I don't even know how many times an apology leaks unconsciously from my lips.

Die gripped his hand hard in the front and bit his lower lip. You will not be allowed to leave the room until permission has been given. The intolerable silence that dominates the field severely oppresses the die. Heath's signs don't work. His signs never wobbled, as if he hadn't blinked one.

So, how long has it been?

"Deanna"

Maybe it wasn't that long. But it seemed like a perpetual heist. It's time to raise your eyes and take a peek at Heath.

He was faceless, leaving his center of gravity at his desk.

The heath offers a hand to the die.

"Come here."

Contrary to the meaning of the word, its voice is frozen to reject the die.

Hesitate, your body tenses.

"Fine."

Come on.

instructions to be repeated.

Die slowly packed his distance from him.

I was afraid to get close. I wanted to escape. But you can't run away.

Step away and stop in front of Heath.

The shadow of his arm slipped over the carpet.

"... eh"

I thought you were going to get slapped.

Close your eyes reflectively firmly to the expected impact.

But the pain didn't come.

"... Heath?

Die moaned in confusion.

Look up at the man holding his body lightly. When he smiled slightly, he pounded Die's back.

It's like abandoning a child, that trick.

Close your eyes in the heat you've been snubbing up.

"... sorry"

"You've already apologized enough."

Heath said. But all you have to do is apologize, because nothing happened.

"Please don't do this anymore."

"I know."

Squeeze his clothes.

"Heath."

"Hmm?"

The corresponding voice was soft.

"Did you hate me?

It was unconscious of him to push his forehead against the man's body.

Feeling his temperature only slightly increased, Die thought strongly - I don't want this man to hate me.

Was Die's statement hilarious, Heath erupts into laughter.

"Why are you asking me that?

"... I always feel like I'm just pulling my leg"

To deduce from the reaction of the samurai heads, it was his discretion to pull himself out from across the gate. As a result, Laura and the others seemed to have received a lot of tears. Will I be able to live up to his expectations that he has invited me to do so?

Like this, I feel like I'm just bothering you.

"You're doing great.... You can't hate me."

"... Really?

"I can't be"

I assured you, Heath inserted his hand away from his head into the tip of Die's jaw. A soft force lifts its sword.

Heath, who meets Die in the eye, has returned a bitter grin.

The fingertips on the jaw slide through the contours of the die's face. A cold hand wrapped his cheek and his thumb belly wiped loose around his eyes. The tears became white crystals and clumped around his fingertips, falling flat and zero.

Die closed his eyes.

Big, hands.

It's cold, my fingertips.

Touch your jaw, comb your hair, and make sure your lips are contoured.

And again, softly envelop the cheeks of the die.

The paralysis spreads as if from where he is touching, eroding all his thoughts.

A pleasant departure eroded his body twitching.

-... what is this?

Beyond the Xia hung consciousness, I felt something sleep round me like a fetus, opening my eyes thinly.

This is, what?

This sweet paralysis.

Tilt your neck as you ask yourself repeatedly.

"... Heath?

The moment I opened my eyes thinly and gasped for chest pain.

Girishi and.

My body raised its gaze.

"...... Huh!!!

For a moment, I didn't know what happened.

When he returned to me, Die was in Heath's chest. His hand grabs Die's shoulder and his arm restrains his hips.

Violent force.

Heath was scratching the die with an unforgivable strength.

"hi...... eh"

The voice is crushed against the man's chest, and a lukewarm exhale plunders his neck muscles. It was a feeling I had never experienced before. Raw warm temperature. My skin all over my body starts to poppy.

Strong arms further attract the body of the die. A cold palm slowly stroked his back and his fingertips traced the hips line. I can't help it. My body was submissive to the unknown senses, but my spirit couldn't keep up.

His eyes capture this face, which he asked for help and managed to raise.

Thin ethereal eyes that usually dwell on chillness.

That was all over the heat, watching the die.

What has struck me is not disgust.

Fear.

Unexpectedly thrust Heath's body.

Without so much resistance, his body left.

Standing back with a glance, staring at Heath. The man who seemed to have returned to me bit his lower lip and lowered his bittersweet eyes. Placing his hands on the top plate of the desk, he brings forth a body that seeps through tiredness.

He doesn't make it faint.

Go, he said.

Only pale eyes pointed silently at the door.

With his legs clasped, Die clenches his chest.

Can I just walk away like this, or is it bad?

But in the end, I tried to escape and left the room.

I wasn't sure I could keep seeing Heath's face.

Run through the hallway, through the refrain. Several colleagues along the way looked surprised and saw the die, but there was nothing to speak to.

I was in my room on my way. Enter the annex and proceed down the hallway. When I was finally home, my breath was rising.

Keep your back in the closed door and slip into the spot. I stared at my own hand, holding my knee.

To confusion and fear, trembling hands.

But Die was not afraid of his power or his deeds.

I didn't dislike them. I fought with my own, unknown emotions.

It swallowed consciousness like a tsunami, thirsting for the presence of a man.

And the insane joy that erupted against the heat that dwelt in his eyes.

Anything about the Rowens and everything, any joint venture was blowing out of my mind.

Everywhere in the body, the feel of a man's powerful arm is left behind. I had myself terribly regretting poking at him and running away.

Die groaned, gasping for so much pain that he was likely to have difficulty breathing.

"What is it, this..."