Chapter 48 Dark Circles
Chapter 48 Dark Circles
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After Madam Graham and Mr. Louis passed away unexpectedly, Louis had tried all kinds of chicken soup. The Graham family’s chefs–and even the maids–had tried their hand at recreating it. But none of them could replicate that taste. As Louis grew older, he stopped showing any particular fondness for chicken soup, and over time, everyone forgot about it.
Louis thought that perhaps the reason he was more tolerant of the woman in front of him was because, at times, she gave off a feeling reminiscent of Madam Graham. Or rather, it wasn’t exactly her, but the type of woman she had been.
“Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?” Freya noticed Louis watching her so intently her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Didn’t he realize how much pressure it put on someone to be stared at like that? Or… had he sensed something again?
“You seem to have dark circles.” Louis looked away, his tone light as he scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
“What? No way!” Freya’s eyes widened in horror. She immediately jumped up and ran to the bedroom. Dark circles? Seriously? She’d spent days fixing this body–how were they coming back already, just after finally fading?
To maintain her beauty, she had strictly forced herself to go to bed before 11:30 p.m. every night, never daring to stay up late. Knowing this body’s foundation wasn’t as strong as her previous one, she’d even cut out her favorite snacks. And now, dark circles were showing up again? What next–start going to bed at ten and live like a fairy princess sipping dew?
She turned on the vanity light and stared at herself in the mirror for a while. She thought she saw a faint shadow… Was this the early sign of dark circles?
A shiver ran down her spine. Dear god, Louis‘ eyes are that sharp? He spotted that little trace? No wonder he never even glanced at the cannon fodder before–probably didn’t want to hurt his eyes.
Louis had only said it casually. He didn’t expect such a big reaction from Freya. After a while with still no sign of her, he called out, puzzled, “What’s wrong? Not eating anymore?”
Just as he finished speaking, Freya walked out of the bedroom with black eye masks stuck under her eyes, her eyelids squinted nearly shut. She shuffled back to the dining table and sat down carefully, reaching out blindly.
“I’m fine. I just put on some eye patches. You go ahead and eat.”
Louis, who had never paid attention to women’s makeup–or even their looks–watched as Freya slowly extended her fork and accidentally stabbed a slice of ginger. For the first time, he truly felt what it meant to be… at a loss for words.
“…Actually, maybe I was mistaken.”
“No!” Freya suddenly raised her other hand, signaling him to stop. “You don’t have to comfort me. I know you guys are used to seeing beautiful women, so even the tiniest flaw doesn’t escape your eyes. You’re right–I don’t have your sharp eyes. I had to stare at myself in the mirror for ages before I spotted it. But now that I have, I have to start skincare immediately. If I wait until the dark circles really show up, it’ll be too late. Then it’ll take days to fix.”
“How are you going to eat like this?” Louis reminded her just before she popped the ginger into her mouth. “That’s a piece of ginger.”
