The Beauty and the Brain

Chapter 86

After taking a shower, Marie walked out in her pajamas and looked at Dennis who suddenly barged in

with a dumbfounded expression. Thinking of the way the two of them had just been downstairs,

she rubbed her hands in embarrassment. “You…”

Before she could finish her sentence, something pressed on her mouth.

“Huh?” Marie was shocked.

She staggered backward and fell onto the bed. Dennis’s hand clasped the back of her head, and he

pressed it up. One of his hands propped up on the bed, deepening the kiss again.

Her mind was a mess, and she was in a daze until Dennis gasped and murmured in her ear, “You’d

better deal with your business quickly.”

Dumbfounded, Marie asked, “What?”

Dennis said, “Facing you, my self-control is very limited.”

Marie was speechless.

Dennis got up and looked at her in annoyance. He was a little helpless and satisfied, “It’s too sweet.

I can’t help it.”

This time, she wasn’t as obedient as before. She picked up the pillow and threw it at him. “Get out!”

Dennis obediently rolled back to his room and took two cold baths before lying back on the bed to

sleep.

After walking out of the room, Marie lowered her head and finished her breakfast. What happened last

night was too awkward, and she didn’t want to look up and look at Dennis at all!

However, Dennis asked her, “Can I hire a stylist to give you a makeover tonight?”

Marie nodded. “Oh.”

Dennis asked, “Do you want a mask? I’ll ask Cullen to buy one.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Marie,” Dennis called her.

“Hmm.” She lowered her head and cut the toast.

“Are you shy?” Dennis asked with a smile.

She raised her head and glared at him fiercely. “No!”

Dennis nodded and didn’t say anything, with an unconcealed smile in his eyes.

His girl was so cute when she was angry and shy.

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In the evening, Cullen came to the door with the stylist. He was a blond man. When he saw Marie, he

enthusiastically praised her beauty.

Marie was dragged into the room to put on makeup and styling. It took her two hours before she was

released.

Sitting in the living room, Dennis raised his head and looked at the person in front of him with

amazement in his eyes.

She was wearing a long black lace dress with a hollowed-out waist, revealing her slender waist. The

design of the dress at the shoulders outlined the perfect collarbone line. Her hair was tied behind her

ears, and her white pearls were fastened in her hair, leaving her little ear-lobes inlaid with sparkling

diamond earrings.

With light makeup on her face, her facial features were delicate and beautiful, and her red lips were

eye-catching, a little less youthful, and a little more flirtatious.

With a few masks on the coffee table, Marie walked over with the hem of her skirt in her hands, picked

up a black one with a silver frame and handed it to the stylist, asking him to put it on for her.

Dennis stood up and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her skin was smooth

and warm. He stared at her delicate face and asked, “No need to put on the mask, right?”

It seemed that after last night’s intimacy, Dennis was getting closer and closer to her.

She slapped Dennis’ hand away and asked, “Why not?”

Cullen was speechless.

Was Mr. Whitney being disliked?

Dennis smiled, “Okay, it just so happens that I don’t want others to see it.”

He reached out, took the mask from the stylist’s hand, and helped her put it on.

Half of her perfect makeup was covered, revealing her dainty nose and charming red lips. She smiled,

beautiful and unparalleled.

Dennis turned around and stretched out his arm, saying, “Let’s go, Ms. Spence.”

Marie hooked his arm, picked up her handbag, and followed him downstairs.

Cullen opened the car door and let the two of them get in the car before he went around to the driver’s

seat and drove to the banquet of Terry Group.

The banquet was held at the Witton Manor. The manor was owned by Terry Group. It was rumored to

have a beautiful view, but ordinary people did not have the chance to go in. However, Marie had

been there with Seth.

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Cullen drove all the way into the manor. After parking the car, he opened the car door for Dennis and

Marie, who held Dennis’ hand and stepped into the hall.

In the brightly lit hall, with a mix of French and English, she took a deep breath. This was the familiar

environment, as if she had returned here again after a lifetime!

Dennis wore a black patterned suit, with sharp and well-defined facial features. He didn’t wear a mask,

and as soon as he stepped into the hall, he was met with countless gazes. Many people greeted him,

and he responded with a slight nod.

Marie didn’t know that Dennis had such a significant influence in France.

Dennis spoke to her with a slight tilt of his head, “I have something to do with Clayton later, don’t go far,

just play in the banquet hall.”

Marie nodded, understanding that he didn’t have anything to do, but she had a feeling that Dennis

didn’t want to tell her.

At the Masquerade Ball, people mingled and intertwined, and Marie saw many unfamiliar faces. The

vast majority of men were not wearing masks, as they attended the banquet to discuss business, not to

play and hide their identities.

There were many accompanying female companions, wearing various masks, who were purely there to

join in the fun. There were also socialite ladies with delicate makeup wandering through the crowd. For

them, their faces were the key to attracting men, so how could they be covered by

masks?

In the hall, the waiters weaving through the crowd were dressed in white uniforms with red bow

ties, while the female waitresses wore red short skirts. All of them wore matching white masks,

perfectly embodying the Christmas atmosphere.

Marie held Dennis’ arm, watching him converse with different people, speaking fluent French and

even Russian, feeling a little burst of pride inside.

This man exuded an air of nobility in every gesture, as if he had the power to dominate the world. It

seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do, and nothing could catch his attention.

Dennis turned his head and met Marie’s gaze, asking, “What are you looking at?”