Lo and behold, he found Olivia squatting on the floor silently, glaring daggers at him while holding herself. Eugene was startled by her piercing gaze, wondering what was wrong. I didn’t do anything to upset her, did I?
Though perplexed, he pulled her up and asked, “Why are you squatting on the ground?”
“Look!” Olivia glared at him, her anger evident as she pulled down the neckline of her nightgown.
Eugene followed her gaze and was taken aback by the numerous bruises on her fair neck and chest. “How did it get so severe?”
He didn’t exert much force, did he? Was her skin just too delicate? This horrifying sight would make someone think she had suffered from domestic violence. No matter how he tried to defend himself, those marks on her neck were indeed his handiwork.
In truth, he was somewhat pleased deep down; it was like he had left his mark on her. Of course, he couldn’t say that aloud, or the young woman would explode in anger. Feeling guilty, he rubbed his nose nervously.
“What’s your plan?”
“How am I supposed to know what to do?!”
Olivia barked at him, her anger still lingering. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?! You want to embarrass me in front of your grandfather!”
Eugene wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to. He could only placate her gently, saying, “Of course not. It’s my fault. I won’t kiss your neck again.” As he spoke, he tried to embrace her. However, Olivia slapped his hand away angrily, saying, “Again?! Fat chance! Get ready to spend the rest of your life with your right hand!”
Shocked, Eugene quickly held her tightly and said, “Darling, isn’t this a bit too serious?” “Let go of me!” exclaimed Olivia as she struggled. “How do you expect me to face people like this?!”
“How about you cover them up with makeup?” Eugene suggested after thinking for a moment. Olivia finally calmed down a little, thinking his suggestion was plausible. With that, she wriggled out of his embrace, grabbed her foundation, and patted it on her neck.
Eugene, of course, walked over attentively and offered his help, saying, “Let me. I can see them better.”
He naturally took over, bowing his head to apply the makeup onto her neck. His movements were a bit clumsy, but his expression was exceptionally earnest. Olivia cooperated by tilting her head back, but over time, it became tiring, and her neck began to feel sore.
At that, Eugene set down the compact powder, then placed his hands under Olivia’s armpits and lifted her, seating her on the vanity.
“Wrap your arms around my waist. Tilting your head back won’t be so tiring.”
Olivia did so, and indeed, it felt much better. As he applied the powder, she openly stole glances at him. She couldn’t help but admit that this man was incredibly handsome from every angle. With a strong jawline and defined facial features, he exuded a powerful and masculine aura.
No wonder the boys are all so good-looking. Looks like they take after their father. She gradually tightened her grip on him and even nestled her head in his arms.
Eugene set aside the items in his hands and leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “There, take a look. Does it look alright?”
Olivia turned her head and took a glance. It was just passable; if one didn’t look too closely, it would be fine, but upon closer inspection, the bruises were still visible.
Eugene nudged her forehead gently, apologizing, “I’m really sorry, baby. I lack experience in this. It won’t happen again.”
Olivia pouted and glared at him. “Alright, now go away. I need to do my makeup so that my neck doesn’t stand out so much.”
Eugene let out a sigh of relief, believing Olivia wasn’t angry anymore. “You do your makeup, and I’ll stay here and watch you,” he responded obediently.
