He was wearing a silver suit, with a slender body, leaning against the door, his eyes as dark as obsidian, unblinkingly staring at her face, examining it closely.
His gaze was so detailed, as if waves of emotions were surging beneath his eyes, like sparks and undercurrents. His eyes were sincere and passionate, but also chilling and sharp like hell.
However, he was still focusing intently on her, looking at the reflection of himself in the mirror, feeling like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water—happiness came so quickly that it seemed unreal.
The sudden wedding even disrupted her original thoughts! She came here to confront Robert Thomson, not to just... enter the castle of marriage like this!
"Robert," the makeup artist saw Robert Thomson and smiled, then left the makeup room and closed the door for them.
"Robert..." She turned her head and looked at Robert's calm face, feeling a little at a loss herself.
