Chapter 199

Oliver had never paid much attention to the cosmetics women used. "Done with your makeup?" he asked. When he saw Grace, he knew she had freshened up in the restroom. Despite being a straightforward man, he wasn't blind. He could see her hair had been styled, and her lip color had changed. Grace sat beside him. "Darling, does my makeup look good?" Oliver was not used to complimenting his subordinates. His highest praise for his subordinates was a simple two-worded statement—"Not bad." However, Grace wasn't a subordinate, and his "Not bad" comment would mean something else to her. "Does it look bad? I'll go remove it and touch it up again then." "It looks beautiful. You're stunning," Oliver quickly reassured her. He held her hand to keep her from running off again. "If you keep touching it up, the roses will lose their charm." Grace glanced at the vibrant flowers on the table, then thought of Oliver's words to her. She couldn't help but laugh. "I suddenly realize that