Chapter 72: Chapter 70: What’s the Matter?
Translator: 549690339
“What a perfect match.”
Kevin Clark hid behind a wall, peeking his head out and watched Arthur North and Daisy Zane’s silhouettes standing outside.
Seeing Arthur North take off his trench coat and put it on Daisy, Kevin clenched his fists and excitedly hit the wall.
“Hmm, they really are a perfect match.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, scaring Kevin. He quickly covered his mouth and looked back to see who it was.
He saw that there were four people standing behind him: Allonzo Hobson,
Michael Jackson, the director, and the director’s assistant.
“Young Master Hobson, Director,” Kevin said nervously.
“You’re bold, spying like this,” Allonzo said, also peeking out at the scene, “Well… a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
“I, I just wanted to take a look,” Kevin stammered.
Allonzo looked at Kevin’s swollen face and didn’t tease him any further.
The director urged, “Naomi, why don’t you ask if the makeup artist is available?
The stage outside is set, but we can’t film the scene without the makeup.”
“I, I should ask?” Kevin glanced at Allonzo, Michael, and the director before hesitating.
He saw all three nodding at him. The assistant, realizing what was happening, also nodded.
“I, I, I…” Kevin muttered, wanting to say he dared not. Third Master was so frightening. He was afraid to interrupt their time together.
“Don’t worry. You’re Lady Zane’s person; that man won’t dare hurt you,” Allonzo assured him.
“Really?” Kevin asked skeptically.
“Yes, go ahead.”
Kevin’s mouth twitched. The words sounded like “Go ahead! Go die!” Even more frightened, Kevin carefully shuffled forward.
He was only halfway there when Daisy and Arthur heard him and turned around to look.
Startled, Kevin straightened up immediately.
“What’s wrong?” Daisy asked him.
“Daisy,” Kevin said, “the director said that the stage is set up, but your makeup…
Daisy frowned slightly. She didn’t want to use that makeup artist anymore, but who else could do her makeup? She couldn’t let the whole drama crew delay their work for a day.
“Stage? A theater stage?” Arthur asked while peeking behind the wall.
He saw three heads hurriedly retracting. One retracted a little too slow. He didn’t see a face, but based on the long, messy hair, it must be the director.
“Yes,” Kevin replied when he heard Arthur’s question, “The makeup artist specializes in opera makeup, but after he arrived, he started nitpicking and making things difficult. Now…”
Arthur glanced at Daisy and noticed her pursed lips. He laughed and said, “X-sister, are you worried?”
Daisy looked at him, her eyes cold.
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” he smiled and said, “I can do your makeup for you, professionally. From makeup to costume, I can help.”
Kevin’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at Arthur. Was he hallucinating? What did he just hear?
Daisy was also briefly surprised, but her surprise quickly turned into a smile, “Then I’ll have to trouble Third Master.”
“My pleasure.”
In Makeup Room One, only Arthur North and Daisy Zane were inside.
Anisa Cooper wanted to go in and help, but Allonzo Hobson stopped her outside.
The director was very worried. No matter how he looked at it, he didn’t think
the young man inside was someone who could do makeup. If they waited all
day and couldn’t film, wouldn’t it be a waste of resources: “Young Master
Hobson, your friend in there, can he do it?”
Allonzo raised his hand to pat the director’s shoulder but saw his messy hair and put his hand down and patted his shoulder instead. “Do you know who it is inside?”
“How could I know?” The director asked nervously.
It was strange how no one on the set ever called the young man “Third Master” or “Arthur North,” even though he had been there for five or six days. So the director never knew who he was, and he didn’t even hear his last name. He didn’t dare to inquire too much, fearing that it might cause trouble.
“His last name is Clark.”
The director’s legs went weak, and he quickly leaned against the wall, still in shock. He knew the young man must be from a prestigious family, but he didn’t expect him to be this important. No wonder even Allonzo Hobson was respectful towards him.
Fortunately, he had always been earnest in his work and had never treated newcomers harshly, otherwise, he might be in the underworld waiting in line to drink Meng PO Soup right now.
“Is it… Kevin Clark or Third Master Clark?”
Allonzo helped the director steady himself. “Boss Wayne is his mother.” The director nearly passed out. “Third Master.”
“He grew up in the Theatre Garden.” Allonzo patted his director’s back. “Don’t worry, he’s definitely professional. You just go ahead and start filming.”
In the makeup room, Daisy Zane looked in the mirror and saw her face with its base makeup and couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
She felt like a zombie and was too embarrassed, so she simply closed her eyes and urged, “Hurry up.”
“Alright.” Arthur North replied, and then began to apply the red makeup. The red paint spread out from the corners of her eyes like a begonia flower blooming little by little.
“Third Master, my face is all real; you can use more force.” Daisy Zane suddenly said.
“I know it’s all real.” Arthur North replied with a smile, but his movements were still very gentle.
Doing makeup was a very long process, and Daisy Zane was getting sleepy. Afraid that she would fall asleep, she randomly started a conversation: “Has
Third Master ever done makeup for himself?”
“No,” Arthur North said. “After my mom gave up on the idea of me learning opera, she sent me backstage because I was so restless. However, I’ve only ever done makeup for her, and no one else dared let me do theirs. Open your eyes and let me see.”
Daisy Zane opened her eyes. Arthur North’s fingertips pressed against her temples and lifted the corners of her eyes to check.
Actually, Daisy Zane’s eyes were already somewhat upturned, so it was relatively easy to do her eye makeup. “Close your eyes so I can do the other one.”
Daisy Zane closed her eyes, and Arthur North couldn’t help but smile at her rare obedience.
After the eye makeup was done, all that was left were the eyebrows and lips.
Arthur North bent down with his waist, one hand gently lifting her chin, and the other drawing her eyebrows, with a very focused expression.
At first, Daisy Zane kept her eyes closed, but after a while, for some unknown reason, she opened them.
Arthur North’s face was very close, so close she could see each of his long, thick, and slightly curled eyelashes.
Daisy Zane stared at his eyelashes, somewhat entranced, and didn’t even notice them trembling slightly.
Arthur North pursed his lips, seemingly trying hard to hold back, before finally moving his gaze from her eyebrows to her eyes. His voice was a bit restrained, “Daisy.”
This time, Daisy Zane’s lashes trembled slightly as she looked into his eyes.
“Hmm?”
Arthur North looked into her fearless eyes that met his gaze. For a moment, he sighed softly and smiled with a hint of helplessness. “Lucia, if you keep staring at me like that, I might not be able to resist doing something not so good.”
Daisy Zane continued to look at him, a faint smile gradually appearing in her eyes. Then she raised her eyebrows playfully and teased, “What thing?”
That provocative tone.
Arthur North gritted his teeth, but no matter how much Daisy Zane provoked him, she seemed to know that he wouldn’t really do anything to her, so she kept teasing: “What thing?”
Arthur North’s index finger had been holding her chin up all this time without letting go. Seeing her like this, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned in.
He placed his thumb against the corner of her lips and gave her a light peck..