Chapter 26 Lipstick (1)
Leo couldn't help but curl his fingertips.
'Did you just get married?'
These words replayed over and over in Leo's mind.
Do they look so close to outsiders?
Leo's heart began to tremble, half because of fear - fear that Irene would alienate him because of this, and the other half was an unexpressible secret joy, the joy that in the eyes of others, he was Irene's closest person.
Although this is not the case.
But just thinking about his name and Irene together, bubbles of happiness would float in my chest.
The young man couldn't help but slightly curl up the corners of his lips, his eyes flashing with excitement, finally showing some of the youthful look he should have at his age.
Seeing this, Irene couldn't help but clench the teacup in her hand.
"Are you planning to go to New Orleans for your honeymoon?" Mrs. Edward smiled and said, "I know several interesting shops. Would you like me to recommend them to you?"
After saying that, she winked at Irene mischievously, and it was obvious at a glance that the store she wanted to recommend was not a legitimate one.
Irene's face flushed. She suddenly distanced herself from Leo, wishing she could sneak to the opposite corner of Leo.
"No, no, of course Leo and I are not husband and wife!"
The woman's voice became faster and faster, and her tone unconsciously rose, repeatedly denying Mrs. Edward's words.
Like a rabbit with its tail stepped on, even the softest hair on its back stood up.
As soon as he said this, Leo's hands, which were originally loosely placed on his knees, tightened heavily, and a cut was opened on the wound that had not yet completely healed.
Did Irene dislike him so much? She disliked him so much that she didn't even give him a chance to be misunderstood.
She knew very well that in this situation, admitting that they were husband and wife would make it easier to gain Mrs. Edward's trust. After all, husband and wife are a community with common interests.
But she would rather not have this trust and make a clear distinction between herself and him?
Leo raised his eyelids and his eyes fell on Irene's cheeks, which seemed to be red from anger.
With just one glance, the boy dropped his eyes as if his eyes were stung, staring blankly at the exquisite lace tablecloth.
What should I do, Leo thought almost helplessly, Irene was angry because she was associated with him.
If he wasn't there, Irene wouldn't be embarrassed by this kind of thing.
He seemed to bring nothing but trouble to Irene, the thought suddenly popped into Leo's mind.
The sea breeze whistled against the windows. Perhaps because it was night, the wind seemed even stronger, and even inside the house there was a hint of chill.
Irene unconsciously gathered her skirt, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Mrs. Edward couldn't stop smiling, and she stretched out the last syllable of her words meaningfully.
"Okay, okay, I misunderstood."
"But," the lady changed the subject, "if it's just a misunderstanding, why are you so excited?"
Mrs. Edward's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Irene's hot body. Her breathing became tight and her heart pounded in her chest.
Yes, why was she so excited? She and Leo had no relationship at all, more than friends, less than love, at most they were close friends.
Irene tried to convince herself. She raised the corners of her lips and showed a dry smile.
"I just didn't expect you to have such a misunderstanding that is seriously inconsistent with the actual situation."
When she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the words "seriously inconsistent with reality", as if she was trying to convince herself.
I just have a little crush on Leo. Irene bit her lower lip and felt that her breathing became difficult.
She must have buttoned her clothes too tightly when she went out, she thought, and she would never wear clothes with such tight necklines next time.
Even the most obtuse person could notice the sudden stagnant atmosphere between Irene and Leo, let alone someone as shrewd as Mrs. Edward.
She cleverly changed the subject, "Let's talk about serious matters first. Regarding Edward and I, I would like to ask you two to help me find out who the woman is who wants to kill me. Of course, the reward will not be small. If nothing else, I can still afford at least three thousand dollars."
A big pie fell from the sky and landed right on Irene's head, making her dizzy and dazed. She wished she could rush back to the room where Edward was having an affair to see clearly who that woman was.
That's three thousand dollars, enough money for her to open two or three high-end clothing salons.
"As for the contract," Mrs. Edward's eyes flickered twice, and she added, "After I deal with Edward and take back control of the factory, we can discuss the specific details."
"As long as you help me do this, I can give you an extra 30% of the profit."
Irene clearly heard the hidden meaning of Mrs. Edward's words - she would get rid of Edward and take back her own factory. As for how to get rid of Edward...
Of course, we should give someone a taste of their own medicine.
She had read about so many cases of breast hyperplasia on a certain red book before, and Mrs. Edward's operation had greatly saved her breasts.
Irene looked at Mrs. Edward with great respect as she smiled demurely.
This is a true sniper confrontation between a husband and wife in the middle of the road, and it is truly a hearty battle of the heroine.
And judging from the way Mrs. Edward spoke, her chances of winning should be relatively good.
After all, now she is in a situation where the enemy is in the open but we are in the dark. Maybe when she wakes up tomorrow morning she will hear the news that Edward has been eaten by a fish.
But Irene was still a little hesitant about Mrs. Edward asking her to investigate Edward's mistress.
She had only heard the voices, but there were hundreds of women on the ship. How could she investigate? She couldn't just listen to them one by one, or she would definitely be considered a pervert.
After hesitating for a moment, Irene said tactfully, "But there are so many people on the ship, we can't check them one by one. Don't you have any suspects? We can start with the people who are close to Edward."
"Suspect?" Mrs. Edward tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, lost in thought.
After a moment, she raised her head with a troubled look on her face. "Edward will not let go of any decent-looking woman around him. All the women around him are my suspects. Regardless of whether they are clients or not, they could be his mistresses."
Irene choked for a moment, and the scene of boarding the boat reappeared in her mind.
It turns out that she sells clothes by pretending to be a gaga, no wonder she dresses so seductively.
Well, she will never trust any male designer's performance again.
Today's spiritual victory method +1
The lady smiled bitterly, "He often messes around with many people under the pretext of promoting business. I'm used to it."
Irene's eyes lit up. "If I approach him under the pretext of asking him to make clothes for me, can I take the opportunity to find out who is around Edward, and then find the one who has the most special relationship with him..."
Before he could finish his words, a loud "bang" came from the other side.
The sound is not loud, but it can easily scare people.
Irene was startled. She looked at Leo in surprise. The boy's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it, and it was full of disapproval.
He banged the teacup heavily on the table to show his strong dissatisfaction.
Irene breathed a sigh of relief. She almost thought that the mute was so angry that he could speak. Fortunately, he just threw the cup.
But Leo's temper has indeed improved. Before, he would put a gun to her head when he was angry, but now he just knocks the cup, which can't be considered as losing his temper.
But...if she can't do it, can he?
Irene looked at Leo steadily, then suddenly turned to ask Mrs. Edward, "Anyway, Edward won't let go of any pretty and rich woman, right?"
"right."
"So is he okay?"
Erin pointed at Leo and asked, "Leo is a serious beauty when he's cleaned up."
There was a hint of uncontrollable complacency in her tone, as if she was showing off her own treasure.
Mrs. Edward raised her eyebrows in surprise. She looked at Leo carefully for a few times.
"I think it shouldn't be a big problem, if Mr. Leo doesn't mind."
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Of course Leo didn't mind. He wished he could fight in person instead of Irene so that she wouldn't be bullied in a corner where he couldn't see her.
Besides, he is not a male chauvinist, so there is no difference between wearing men's clothes and women's clothes for him.
If Irene could always help him adjust his skirt and pin on the decorations when he wore women's clothes, then he could wear women's clothes for the rest of his life.
Leo raised his arms and watched Irene busying herself with the skirt pinned to his body.
She was very serious, with tiny drops of water appearing on the tip of her nose. Her hands moved deftly, and she was meticulous in everything from buttoning the lace to tightening the whalebone.
When choosing jewelry, Irene was more meticulous. She picked and chose from a pile of expensive jewelry sponsored by Mrs. Edward. She picked up a pearl necklace and then a gem pendant to show them on him.
It doesn't even look like picking jewelry for him, it looks more like doing some difficult scientific experiment.
Irene seemed to have always been good at making clothes. The trousers she wore when she escaped and the white skirt she wore in the banquet hall, each one looked very novel.
She has always been smart and capable.
On the other hand, apart from a pretty face that Irene liked, he had almost no other advantages.
Even stranger was the fact that he seemed to feel that he had no redeeming qualities except in front of Irene.
It was very strange, but it didn't seem that difficult to understand. Leo frowned quietly.
"Okay!" Irene let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off her face. She looked at Leo in front of her - a very beautiful and exquisite being - and couldn't help but let out tears from her mouth.
It turns out that no matter how beautiful a person's appearance is, it still needs to be adorned with beautiful clothes and jewelry to fully highlight the unique charm of the beauty.
But feeling like something was missing, Irene circled around Leo, her eyes locked on the boy's slightly pale lips.
"Wait a minute, don't move," Irene took out a lipstick from the pile of items sponsored by Mrs. Edward.
At that time, lipstick was not a rotating paste, but was placed in a delicate box. You could dip a little with your fingertips and apply it on your lips.
Irene rubbed the excess cream on her fingertips onto the back of her hand and spread it out, leaving only a little on the fingertips.
"Open your mouth." The woman's voice was light and soft, but it carried a power that Leo could not resist.
It smells so good! Leo stared at Irene without blinking.
She stood on tiptoe and gently touched Leo's thin lips with her fingertips, spreading from the inside of the lips to the edge little by little.
The boy's originally light-colored lips were stained with a layer of eroded red. It was unclear whether it was due to excessive rubbing or because the lipstick itself was such a bright color.
Not until the red spread completely did Irene's fingers reluctantly leave.
Leo suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Irene felt warmth at her fingertips.
The handsome boy, who looked like a decorative painting, bent down, raised his head, and covered her lipstick-stained finger with his thin, rosy lips.
And—Erin shuddered—he sucked so hard that she could feel the smooth, wet touch of Leo's tongue around her fingertips.
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