In a makeup room in Capital City's film set.
The stylist looked at the man with an unpleasant expression in the lounge and awkwardly said, "Ms. Lewis, I suddenly remembered that I left a lipstick in the car. Please wait a moment, I'll go get it."
Olivia could see that the stylist wanted to avoid the storm and calmly nodded, "Go ahead."
"I'm so sorry." The stylist cast her a grateful and guilty look, then hurriedly left...
As soon as the stylist left,
The noble-like man strode forward with a darkened face, gripping her wrist firmly. His peach blossom eyes sank, and for the first time, the faint smile that would usually lighten up his face was gone. Filled with jealousy, he repeated, "Are you still single because there are too many men chasing after you? Out of so many, you haven't had time to choose a good one?"
"And you're going to use Baron as a benchmark to choose a man?"
If he hadn't happened to visit her on set, he wouldn't have heard such an exciting conversation!
