Chapter 292

Cedrick finished his soup and went to stay in the mansion's study by habit. He had left the office early, after all, and there was unfinished work that needed to be done.

By the time he completed all the tasks, it was already half past two in the morning.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a thin layer of sweat on his skin, so he reached out for a tissue paper and wiped his face, only to see a flash of red.

Cedrick's composed feature froze. Where did this red smudge come from?

He thought back to the odd expressions on Albert and the servants' faces and hurried to the bathroom. He kicked the door open and stared at his reflection in the mirror to find a face painted red as though his face was a whiteboard meant for children.

The faint citrus scent he smelt was indeed from Catelyn's lipstick when he foolishly thought that it was merely her scent lingering on him.

His expression darkened maliciously.

'Darn that Catelyn Clark!' he growled internally. 'She dared to draw on my