Chapter 291
Chapter 291:
Janice caught his meaning instantly, a knowing smile playing across her face. “Of course. It’s about upholding the Green family’s reputation, avoiding any whispers that might arise from unnecessary interactions with men.”
Aiden remained silent, but satisfaction flickered across his features, his relaxed posture unchanged.
Following Aiden’s directive, they secured the services of an elite female makeup artist for Janice.
Though the beautification process could test anyone’s patience, Aiden remained a steadfast presence throughout, never betraying even a hint of restlessness. The fitting assistants found themselves stealing furtive glances at him. His usually stern expression had softened, occasionally giving way to glimpses of genuine curiosity as he observed the intricate makeup process.
His puzzlement was particularly evident at certain steps—the enhancement of Janice’s already perfect double eyelids, or the peculiar ritual of concealing her naturally rosy lips only to paint them anew.
The fitting assistants exchanged furtive glances, their disbelief palpable. Could this composed gentleman before them truly be Aiden Green, whose very name struck terror into the hearts of many?
Though bound to a wheelchair, Aiden’s reputation painted him as a man of volatile temper and merciless actions. Those who had crossed paths with Green Group or attempted to undermine him had learned the cost of their mistakes through devastating losses.
Darker whispers spoke of a man who amplified his misfortunes into weapons, claiming the river in Efrery held the remains of countless souls who had dared to slight him.
“It’s done.”
The makeup artist’s voice yanked them from their spiraling thoughts.
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The fitting assistants turned to Janice, their eyes growing wide with admiration.
“Mrs. Green, you’re absolutely stunning! You look like a goddess.”
“Oh my! Mrs. Green, you were already breathtaking in that gown, but now with the makeup and styling, you’re simply radiant.”
The assistants, well-versed in the art of flattery, couldn’t contain their stream of praise for Janice.
A gentle smile graced Janice’s lips as she rose and turned to Aiden. Her fluid movement seemed to catch at his heart, his Adam’s apple bobbing in response.
“Aiden, what do you think?” she asked, her smile light.
Aiden drew a deep breath, steadying the flutter in his chest. “Not bad.”
“Only not bad?” Janice crossed her arms with a touch of exasperation. “If Aiden isn’t satisfied, perhaps the makeup artist’s skills aren’t quite up to par. Then…”
The makeup artist froze, her face draining of color.
Having devoted her utmost effort to perfecting Janice’s appearance, the makeup artist felt her heart sink at Aiden’s tepid response. Would she be the next to vanish beneath the river’s surface?
“This will do,” Aiden said again, and the makeup artist sagged with relief, silent prayers of gratitude filling her mind.
“Time is running out. We should get going.” Aiden glanced at the time.
Janice’s lips curved upward. “Alright. If you think it’s fine, then let’s go with it.”
Draped in the ethereal Cloud, Janice radiated celestial beauty, her elegant makeup enhancing her natural grace like starlight catching on morning dew. Beside her, Aiden cut a striking figure in his dark tailcoat—his wheelchair doing nothing to diminish the commanding presence that seemed to emanate from his very being.
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