Chapter 486
Chapter 486:
The stylist worked with nimble, confident hands, her eyes dancing with curiosity as she threaded through Kailey’s hair. After a moment, Kailey asked in an offhand tone, “Do you usually work for him p>
“Not really,” the stylist replied with a slight smile. “I’m normally in charge of his stepmother’s styling. So when he suddenly called me in for a young lady, both his stepmother and I were stunned. None of us thought he had it in him p>
The mention of his stepmother made Kailey’s gaze sharpen slightly, though she kept her voice even. “You’ve got the wrong idea. I’m married p>
“What?” The stylist’s hands froze mid-motion, comb suspended in the air. “He actually brought a married woman here? That’s bold p>
Irritation flickered across Kailey’s face as she studied her own reflection in the mirror.
Oblivious to that tight-lipped annoyance, the stylist kept chatting cheerfully. “Well, it’s fine. He’s incredibly handsome. You’ll warm up to him eventually. Don’t worry p>
Kailey let out a short, humorless chuckle. “I’m already married. His affairs are his to handle. I have zero interest in him p>
Confusion clouded the stylist’s eyes, her brows knitting together as if the words simply refused to register. After an awkward pause, she murmured, “Okay,” and fell into a brisk, quiet rhythm as she rushed to finish the last delicate strokes of powder and gloss.
𝗪𝘦e𝗄𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝖾𝗅е𝗮𝘀𝖾𝘀 𝗈𝗇
The finished look was so polished it felt almost unreal.
Kailey’s hair had been styled half-up, with loose silken waves cascading over her shoulders like dark water, while the refined makeup accentuated every elegant line of her features. The fitted gown traced her figure flawlessly, each subtle curve defined, and the cluster of diamonds at her waist shimmered with every shift of light.
“Wow,” the stylist breathed, brush still suspended in midair. “Now I understand why he can’t take his eyes off you p>
Kailey seldom chose dresses that clung so closely, yet the fabric embraced her frame with effortless precision, revealing graceful lines she usually kept hidden. Tiny diamonds glimmered like scattered starlight along the waist, lending her an almost otherworldly radiance.
She examined her reflection with a thoughtful tilt of her head. “So… what kind of event is this, exactly p>
“You’ll see when we get there.” The stylist slipped her brushes back into their case and gave a quick nod. “Ready? I’ll escort you over p>
Once they stepped outside, several broad-shouldered bodyguards fell into step behind them like a silent procession.
Throughout the ride, the stylist filled the air with endless chatter, enthusiastically listing Lyman’s admirable qualities and insisting that, though he spoke little, he was secretly attentive. With sparkling eyes, she added, “Honestly, he’s wonderful. You really ought to divorce and give him a chance p>
“Maybe you should keep your mouth shut.” Irritation crossed Kailey’s face. “I’d like some peace p>
By then it was clear — this stylist was hopelessly star-struck, blindly loyal, and not a single word tumbling from her lips held any practical value.