?<strong>Chapter 928:</strong>


    Now, working with her directly, the artist realized that all previouspliments had been woefully understated. Throughout the makeup application, she observed that Carrie’s skin possessed such perfection that foundation proved entirely unnecessary. Simple enhancements to her eyes and lipspleted the look.


    Carrie’s hair was arranged in an elegant bun, with delicate curls framing her face.


    Just as the makeup artistpleted the hairstyling, Daxton appeared at the doorway, courteously knocking before entering.


    He wore a sophisticated coffee-colored suit with subtle checkered patterning and a matching vest, presenting a distinctly formal appearance.


    “One might mistake you for an aristocratic gentleman from a historical drama,” Carrie teased with yful warmth.


    An affectionate smile curved his lips as he moved behind her. The makeup artist intuitively relinquished her position.


    cing his hands gently on Carrie’s shoulders, he leaned forward until their gazes connected in the mirror’s reflection.


    “Do I look presentable?” Carrie asked.


    His eyes, reflecting her exquisite features, filled with undisguised adoration. “Carrie, your beauty transcends whatever you wear.”


    Observing the striking couple in the mirror, the makeup artistmented, “You truly embody a divinely orchestrated partnership—absolutely perfect together.”


    Upon her arrival and initial sighting of a man in Carrie’s home, the makeup artist had experienced momentary surprise before understanding dawned immediately. How could someone possessing such beauty and capability possibly remain unattached?


    Carrie turned toward her. “I trust you’ll maintainplete confidentiality regarding this.”


    Originally, Carrie had intended to request Beverly’s assistance. Their shared experiences had established a foundation of trust regarding discretion.


    However, Beverly’s urgentmitment elsewhere had necessitated this alternative arrangement, with the makeup artisting highly rmended by Camille.


    “Absolutely, I promiseplete silence on this matter,” the makeup artist vowed, nodding vigorously while raising her hand in a solemn pledge of secrecy.


    Carrie instinctively reached for her phone to check the time, but it was nowhere in sight.


    Turning slightly, she nced at Daxton and asked, “What time is it?” Daxton didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a small, knowing smile yed on his lips as he straightened up. Reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out an elegant velvet box.


    Carrie’s brows furrowed in curiosity. Without a word, Daxton flipped open the box, revealing a breathtaking Van Cleef & Arpels watch. The dial, shaped like a ssic four-leaf clover, gleamed under the dim light. Instead of the standard 18k gold chain, the watch was set on a diamond-encrusted bracelet, with a vivid green diamond at its center and smaller white diamonds enting either side.


    The green diamonds, each over three carats, were rare—each one worth a fortune. Even in the subdued lighting, they radiated an almost hypnotic brilliance.


    Daxton took her hand gently, lifting her wrist with deliberate care. As he fastened the watch around it, he chuckled. “Perfect timing, don’t you think? The color matches your dress wlessly.”


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