When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401 Lazy Cat, Careful Hands

Chapter 401 Lazy Cat, Careful Hands

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Jonathan narrowed his eyes, set down the hair dryer, and strode toward the girl. His presence was strong and commanding.

His face was calm. As he got closer, his size blocked the light from her.

Anneliese swallowed. “Fine! Dry it, then! I don’t like to have my hair completely dry. Men just don’t get it. If it’s too dry, it splits and frizzes!” Before he could reach her, she darted past and sat at the vanity, beckoning him. “Wasn’t it you who insisted on drying my hair?”

Watching her, Jonathan wondered if he was making things complicated. He picked up the blow dryer again. “I might not get women’s stuff, but could you show me a bit at a time from now

on?”

From the mirror, Anneliese saw the man behind her, holding the dryer, his dark gaze locked on hers.

Anneliese’s eyes flickered. She quickly looked away, fussing with her hair. “Why bother teaching you when-”

Her words broke off when a sudden tug pulled at a strand of her hair.

She lifted her head and glared at him in protest.

His innocent look left her unsure if he’d done it on purpose. “You’re my wife, Mrs. Fullbuster. If you don’t teach me, how else am I supposed to learn?”

Anneliese bit her lip. She wanted to retort that their marriage would only last two years, and since he already had someone in his heart, why shape him into the perfect husband for another woman?

However, before she could say anything, Jonathan had already switched on the dryer and begun blowing her hair.

Her lips parted slightly, but in the end, she said nothing.

Anneliese’s hair was thick. Drying it tired her arms, so she usually gave up while it was still damp.

Jonathan was patient. His hands, clumsy and unsure, sometimes tugged too hard, making her flinch, but he was gentle.

His broad palm moved through her hair. His fingertips grazed her scalp, moving with calm,

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At first, Anneliese sat stiff and tense in the chair. As he finished, her eyes drooped. Her body relaxed. Soon she leaned back against him, as lazy as a cat.

The dryer clicked off. The sound stopped, and her haze of sleep lifted instantly.

“Was it comfortable?”

Jonathan’s hand moved through her smooth hair, fingers holding the back of her head and lifting her face as he raised an eyebrow.

Anneliese’s lashes trembled. “Yes, Mr. Fullbuster. You have pretty good technique.”

“Why not call me hubby?” His lips tightened.

She hesitated. “We’re alone, so it’s not needed, right? We’re not really a couple–ah!”

Before she could finish, he leaned over her and pressed his mouth to hers, his teeth gently nipping her lips in response.

She yelped, clutched her mouth, and glared with wide, accusing eyes.

Her almond–shaped eyes were already beautiful. With tears making them blurry, they looked even bigger. In the warm light, they shone like water, soft and bright.

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