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Kate thought after this experience, Tristan would not take her out. However, after a few days, he asked her to dress up and go with him to a place.

“Do the makeup.” He reminded

What Kate knew were eyebrow pencils and lipstick, but Tristan’s secretary bought a lot of cosmetics for her last time.

Most of them were with French on the packages. Kate didn’t even bother to unpack them because she didn’t know what they were used for.

Tristan was impatient and thought this rare species had its disadvantage. Luckily they still had time. So he had to sit down with her by the dresser to study the things.

He read the instructions on the package and said, “You have to ask somebody to teach you tomorrow. Makeup is not just for you, but also to show some respect to others, and for basic social etiquette. You don’t know?”

And he added after a pause, “And it can also boost your confidence.”

Kate muttered in agreement, but she thought it was most disrespectful of Tristan to take her out to the meetings.

“You are studying all day long. You don’t know a French word?”

Kate pouted silently.

Tristan arranged the small pots and tubes in a row in front of her. “Here. Toner, serum, face cream, foundation, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, mascara cream, blusher, finishing powder, lipstick…”

“Ha, all-rounder,” Kate said, sarcastically inside.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

After she tried her best to use most of the items on the dresser, Tristan had picked clothes for her.

He examined her face for a while and took up the big brush and gave her cheek two brushes as a finish. Then he picked a small pin from the jewelry box and clipped her bangs up.”This will do for this time.”

Kate reached her hand to touch her forehead. She was not used to showing too much of it. Tristan pulled her hand away and said, “Don’t cover yourself up. Give yourself a sense of existence.”

They said nothing on the road until the car stopped. It was an art gallery.

Kate appreciated the artistic designs of the gallery door, and Tristan said, “My friend owns it. We came to support her today.”

The gallery assistant saw them. He recognized Tristan and said he would go to tell his boss, but Tristan said don’t bother and that they would take a look first.

He held Kate’s hand to walk around and said, “Pick one and buy it.”

“I know nothing about this.” Kate put it off hastily.

“You don’t have to know. Just buy one.”

It was the first time Kate had been to this kind of place.

She literally thought she should not be present. The men and women there all had finery outside and artistic temperaments inside. They appreciated each piece of work with profound expression. Someone nodded, and someone exchanged with his partner in a low voice.

“How are you, Tristan? So glad to see you again.”

Kate turned in the direction of the voice and saw an elegant woman walking towards them, smiling.

She had a dark green dress and a light green silk shawl wrapping around her arms casually. She was a little over 30, not particularly pretty, but very stylish.

Tristan introduced, “This is the boss here, Monica Caine. Monica, this is Kate White.”

The woman stretched her hand and said, “Hi, welcome.”

Kate shook hands with her and smiled.

She kind of stared at her for a second and smiled back.

Guessing they might want to exchange a few words, Kate walked away to see the work on the wall.

Looking at her back, Monica said, “No wonder…”

“No wonder what?” Tristan asked.

The woman chuckled, “Well, I have invited Jessie, and she said she would come.”

Tristan didn’t make much response to that.

Someone came in at this moment, and Tristan said, “You go busy with your guest. We will look around.”

He went away to look for Kate and found she was in front of an oil painting, looking very interested.

It was a still-life work, a vase with some flowers he couldn’t tell the name on a table covered with a tablecloth.

The flowers looked messy, and the vase looked crooked as it was going to fall down. The strokes were rough and naïve.

The artist column was blank on the tag, but the name of the work was “Fury.”

Fury, probably the artist was furious when he did it, Tristan said in his mind.

Seeing Kate still observing the work, he leaned his face close to her ear and said, “You like this one?”

Kate was startled by his sudden attack and gave him a stare. Tristan smiled and suppressed the desire to pinch her cheek.

“Right. It is special.” A voice came from their back, and they turned to it.