Nicholas quickly emerged from the stylist, having changed into casual wear that matched Isabelle's, yet still strikingly handsome. "The boss's face is so perfect, it hardly needs any makeup," the makeup artist said enviously.
"Molly, sit," Anthony instructed Molly. This shot required Molly to sit at Isabelle's feet. But Molly looked around, refusing to sit down. "Sit, good girl."
This time, the command came from Nicholas. Upon hearing this, Molly immediately sat down.
"Then, Mr. Carter, put your arm around your wife's shoulder, closer to her..." Nicholas unceremoniously put his arm around Isabelle's shoulder, unconcerned about her momentary stiffness.
'Strange, when I attended banquets with Nicholas before, he even held my waist, and I wasn't as nervous as I am now... Why is my heart r
