Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

Hearing that, Sebastian glanced at the embarrassed stylist. Emily was the top fashion stylist here. Each time Joanna came, she would appoint Emily to style her.

Sebastian didn’t think anything of it, but now found that he was being negligent when Lillian asked for another stylist. Joanna’s preference might not be to Lillian’s liking.

The stylist panicked. After all, no one had ever replaced her with someone else. Now, she would not only be embarrassed, but also criticized by her boss. As long as her client was dissatisfied, it was her fault.

It must be because Emily mentioned Joanna on purpose just now that this Miss Spencer was offended. Now she was replaced in front of all her colleagues, and was there anything more insulting than this to her?

Emily’s attitude softened immediately. "Miss Spencer, I’m all right. I can help you. If you don’t like any of these styles, I’ve got some more over there. You may try them on, and I’ll help you pick the one that suits you best." Emily put on a big smile, while her attitude was no longer that arrogant as before. Finally, she started to treat Lillian as an honored guest.

Sebastian said nothing, but only stared at Lillian, waiting for her answer.

Lillian smiled as ever. "In that case, please do me the favor." Lillian had no intention to make things difficult for this stylist, but there was a smoldering anger inside her when she thought of those offensive remarks, as well as the fact that these ignorant people before her actually put her in an awkward situation deliberately.

There was no need for Lillian to submit to humiliation. A clean hand wanted no washing, and she was not the other woman at all, so why should she eat humble pie?

Wasn’t everything going on well right now? At least, Lillian was now recognized to be their client by these people. If she was discontent with their work performance, she had the right to ask for someone else.

After what had happened, the make-up artist was very polite to Lillian. Even if they were still scornful of her at heart, it didn’t matter. At least they didn’t dare to be mean to her on the table. Lillian couldn’t care less how they gossiped about her behind her back. After all, out of sight, out of mind.

Fully dressed and made-up, Lillian was ready, while her phone rang at this moment. She caught a glimpse of the caller ID, her eyes gleaming.

"I have a phone call." Lillian looked back and said to Sebastian, who was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. She walked to the corridor outside with the phone.

This styling studio was set in the downtown area, and the wall of the corridor was floor-to-ceiling window. Watching the bustling streets out of the window gradually being engulfed by the darkness of the night, Lillian raised the phone to her ear.

"Archibald."

Have you reserved a table? Where is it?"

inside Lillian. "Archibald, well, I’m so sorry. I have something urgent to attend to tonight,

me up, right?" Archibald’s voice grew cold instantly. He asked with a hint of

up. I’ll buy you dinner another day, and you may pick whatever restaurant you’d like to eat at, alright?" Lillian conciliated the young master at once. How

mattered even more to her than their dinner? Clearly, Lillian had

time. Goodbye for now." Lillian hung up

knocking into the man standing behind

here?" Patting her

wasn’t embarrassed about eavesdropping at all and questioned in a cold voice, "You were going to have dinner with Archibald

not a virtue to

I don’t think I was eavesdropping!" Sebastian said dismissively. The only thing he cared about was the fact that Lillian had planned to invite Archibald to

glinting in his eyes. A man of great physique, he looked even

him like this and narrowed her eyes in disdain. It wasn’t like that

my personal life?" Lillian bypassed him, not wanting to quarrel with him. Now that she

grasped her wrist with great force as if he wanted to snap it, and dragged her

screamed in pain, "Sebastian,

pulling her all the way out of the

Did they have a fight? In their mind, Sebastian was always distant, and he wouldn’t go so far as to make a scene. They hadn’t seen him get angry with Joanna

wise woman. Since she rubbed President Palmer the wrong way so easily,

then got in himself and told

stroked her wrist, gasping. Fuck, when had he become so