"Is that how your father treated you when you were a child?"
"Make a guess."
Instead of answering him, she walked toward the dressing table and removed her makeup. "The election is about to begin soon," she said,
"No matter who becomes the president, it won't be of any harm to us."
"I thought so too. Regardless of who takes the throne, I'll no longer be compelled by him."
After removing her makeup, she headed to the bathroom to rinse her face. She then grabbed a sheet of facial serum mask and lay straight on the bed.
"Why didn't you take one for me too?" he asked.
"Do you even need them? Your perfect complexion has made mine pale in comparison. I must upkeep my appearance and take good care of my skin. Otherwise, if we get photographed together in the future, the media is going to shame me for looking aged and haggard while you're still handsome and ravishing…"
