Chapter 1145: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Her for Even a Minute
Oh, look at this nose, these eyes, these eyelashes... Oh my heavens! How can an Oriental person be so exquisitely beautiful? She has never seen an Oriental person as good-looking as this; her face is like a born angel.
Oh, no! She is playing a demon, but why is she playing a demon! The makeup artist constantly reminded herself not to apply an angelic makeup.
With the makeup complete, the makeup artist was once again stunned by her handiwork.
The face was clearly that of an angel before the makeup, but the moment it was applied, she transformed into a cold, ruthless, emotionless demon.
Who could have such strong versatility?
Angel, demon—what an extreme pair of roles.
Yet this Oriental woman could handle them both effortlessly.
Originally, the makeup artist planned to casually apply the makeup and be done, but unexpectedly it took three hours, and even then, she felt the time was too short!
Faced with such a face, she truly wished she could do makeup all day, and she would never tire of it.
The makeup artist excitedly brought out the carefully hidden costume and stuffed it into Aurelia’s arms, "Here, this is the costume for the Mute Woman, go change into it quickly."
Aurelia looked down at the costume, every detail crafted like a work of art, and said, "Santiago Fuller might just want me to try it on casually; this must be the right costume, right? If you give it to me without permission, you might get reprimanded.
Just put it away."
The makeup artist persistently pushed it to her, "No worries, no worries, just put it on." In this life, seeing her wear the makeup she applied and dressed in the Mute Woman’s costume, she could die without regrets!
Aurelia stepped out of the dressing room, instantly stunning everyone inside.
The woman had a delicate bone structure, her brows and eyes sharp and indifferent, purple eyes enchanting and evil, lips red as flames, curving in the semblance of a cold smile. Her eyes looked at you yet didn’t, leaving a chilling feeling of having been sentenced to death. Her small, exquisite frame, with her long, slender tail trailing the ground, wings spread open behind her, seemed to toy with trinkets in her applause, yet indifferent to such playthings.
Indeed, at this moment, she was a devil.
Albert was the first to gather himself, spreading his arms to embrace Aurelia, "Oh my god, dear Aurelia, you truly are the perfect Mute Woman, the demon in my heart!"
Before Albert’s hand could touch Aurelia, a chill pierced his back, seizing him with a sense of danger!
Albert’s hand froze slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure at the doorway, cold and fierce, with lips pressed into a line, eyes slightly narrowed, and a fleeting chill of killing intent in the depths of his icy eyes.
Albert fully suspected that this man intended to chop off his hands.
Just because he nearly touched his woman.
Oh, what a possessive man this is!
Mason Nightshade stepped to Aurelia’s side, looking her up and down. Those who didn’t know Mason on the scene, seeing his gaze and fierce aura, thought he came to pick a fight. In front of him was a woman who was a half-head shorter than him, appearing even more petite, looking up with a sly smile, "Do I look good?"
"Just so-so." Mason Nightshade looked away.
In reality, he was feeling sour: Tsk, tsk, how can this girl look good in every style? How is he supposed to keep an eye on her? Just for a moment without watching, almost let another man take advantage of her.
Even a minute without her in sight is unacceptable.