A fake gentleness?!

However, right now, Frankie could only sit on the couch, as long as he could stall for time. After drinking a glass of red wine, he admired that Kaylin who was sitting in front of the makeup mirror. When she calmed down, there was a type of ethereal and peaceful aura.

She smiled at him from the mirror, allowing the two stylists to fiddle with her. Her long hair was tall, and her oval face was completely revealed. Her pure and delicate beauty was tempting.

"Frankie, before I leave, I want to stay with my sister alone for a while. It seems that she is still unwilling to forgive me."

"Let's take her with us." Frankie did not want them to have a chance to be alone. He tidied up his dress and took the lipstick from the makeup artist, motioning for everyone else to leave.

Kaylin held her wrist. His posture of holding the lipstick was very special, but not clumsy. Women were particularly sensitive in this respect. She asked hesitantly, "Frankie, have you painted makeup for women?"