Entangled Ventures

In truth, Lucian was stifling a hint of a laugh as he noticed that Roxanne’s lipstick was drawn out of line.

It seems like she was still in a daze when she was doing her makeup. She doesn’t have a clue that her lipstick is out of line.

He felt the urge to tease the woman when he saw the blank expression on her face.

Lucian let his mischievous side get the better of him and reached out his hand.

Upon noticing that Lucian’s hand was mere inches away from her face, Roxanne flinched and hurriedly took a step back to keep some distance between them.

His hand was left hanging mid-air, and he titled a brow in displeasure.

“Do you have anything else, Mr. Farwell?” Roxanne asked warily.

A ghost of a smile fleeted across his eyes as he noticed Roxanne getting all flustered. “Your lipstick is out of line,” he said impa*sively.

Roxanne’s face was tinged pink as she instinctively lowered her head to avoid meeting Lucian’s gaze. “Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Farwell. I’ll deal with it myself.”