A flash of surprise passed. Winston's bright black eyes fell on Marilyn with a meaningful look.
"Malcolm, I have never seen you bring a woman here. Who is this lady?" Winston's voice was pleasant to the ear, like a drop of water in the morning gently dripping in the lake.
Malcolm gave Winston a cold look. As he entered, the atmosphere in this studio became oppressive.
Malcolm said in a light voice, "Hurry up and finish your work. Make a beautiful hairstyle for Lynn."
With that, he signaled Marilyn to go to the lounge at the side and wait.
Winston looked at the back of the two, one in front and one behind. He smiled meaningfully.
Was Malcolm in love? It was usual!
Immediately, Winston took the time to deal with the hairstyle of the guest in front of him. If he delayed, he knew he would provoke Malcolm.
After entering the lounge, Marilyn sat down on the leather sofa.
This day was even more tiring than working for the whole day.
However, after the water treatment, Marilyn felt that her skin was smoother and brighter.
Today, she enjoyed the treatment of the rich's privilege, and she felt a lot more comfortable.
Suddenly, Marilyn was enveloped by a black shadow. Marilyn suddenly raised her eyes and found that it was Malcolm. Her black pupils slightly shrank.
Malcolm looked at her with an evil smile, and his tone was gentle. "Lynn, drink some water!"
"Thank you!" Marilyn's hand trembled slightly as she took the paper cup from him.
Their hands collided. Marilyn's fingers were slightly cold. Malcolm could not help but frown. It was not autumn yet, but why were Marilyn's fingers cold?
Marilyn lowered her head and drank the warm water. Malcolm stood beside her, and she felt an invisible pressure around her, making it difficult to breathe.
Malcolm took a sip of water. His deep gaze gently fell on Marilyn's slightly nervous face. He could see the expression on her face.
Marilyn seemed to be somewhat afraid of Malcolm. In fact, Malcolm had made himself completely different from the usual him when he was with her.
"Lynn, don't you remember anything about your childhood?" Malcolm wanted to find some topics to resolve the awkward atmosphere between them.
Marilyn suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him in shock. Why was Malcolm interested in her childhood?
Last time, she had only casually mentioned it.
Marilyn slowly shook her head and said, "If I have a little memory, I will be able to find my past. I will likely be able to know who my biological parents are?"
In Marilyn's mind, she remembered what Malcolm asked her today. "Do you want to find your biological parents?"
She was indeed moved by this sentence.
Marilyn did want to know who her biological parents were.
"Lynn, I can help you." Malcolm suddenly opened his mouth.
Marilyn looked at him, his deep eyes showing an unprecedented seriousness.
Marilyn smiled gratefully. Then, she shook her head and said, "Mr. Lowe, thank you for your kindness. I will find a way to investigate it myself."
She didn't want to have too many interactions with Malcolm, so as not to provoke an unexpected disaster.
Marilyn had to get her salary from Malcolm to support her three children and mother.
In fact, as long as Margie told Marilyn the truth, she would soon be able to find her biological parents.
But Marilyn knew that with Margie's personality, Margie would not tell her.
When Malcolm heard her refuse, his face turned cold. He felt so disappointed, as if he had lost the entire world.
Malcolm's gaze suddenly became gloomy. He sat opposite Marilyn and said coldly, "You don't have to take Debbie's words to heart."
When Marilyn heard this, she was slightly touched. As smart as Malcolm was, seeing her suddenly change, how could he not know the reason why she changed?
Marilyn smiled and said, "Mr. Lowe, Mrs. Remington is right."
Malcolm suddenly frowned and looked at her with a complicated expression in his eyes.
"Lynn, you don't seem like an obedient girl." His tone was emotionless, and he gave a mocking smile.
Marilyn looked at him and smiled. "Do you know me very well?"
"Just a little!" Malcolm did not deny that Marilyn had indeed changed a lot compared to when she was a child.
When Marilyn was a child, she was very cheerful. On the contrary, Malcolm always had a gloomy face and never gave her a smiley face. But she accompanied him every day.
Marilyn frowned slightly, wondering how he could understand her...
Malcolm was a busy businessman and had a lot of work to do every day. How could he have the time to understand her?
Seeing the confusion on her face, Malcolm asked lightly, "Lynn, you don't believe me?"
"Why do you call me Lynn? It's so intimate." Marilyn said gloomily.
She was wary of Malcolm's good intentions.
Marilyn was curious about Malcolm's real thoughts. She did not want to be a sacrifice for their family fighting over property.
Malcolm looked up, and a rare gentleness appeared in his eyes. He had called Carolyn like this since she was young. Sometimes, he would call her Carol, but he liked the pronunciation of Lynn.
Carolyn's sweet smile was like the blue sky, making him feel happy.
At this time, Winston walked in. His smile was warm and his gentle eyes fell on Marilyn.
Winston stood at the door with his hands crossed over his chest and leaned against the glass door. He had an awesome temperament.
"Beautiful lady, it's your turn." Winston's voice was very sweet.
Marilyn could not help but smile. She got up and walked out.
When Malcolm noticed Winston's passion, he had a depressed look on his face. A cold look instantly shot towards Winston, who had a very coquettish look on his face.
Winston looked at Malcolm and raised his eyebrows proudly. It seemed that he was telling Malcolm that he was popular among women.
Winston proudly turned around and left. The coldness that spread behind him made his back turn colder.
Winston knew that he would better avoid provoking Malcolm.
Marilyn sat on the chair and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled slightly. Her bright and beautiful face was attractive.
Winston admired her face in the mirror and asked with a bright smile, "Miss, what is your name?"
Marilyn smiled. "I'm Marilyn Chapman."
"Ms. Chapman, look at your face. You look like a jade hibiscus. I'm fascinated by your fragrance. I have never seen such delicate and snow-white skin. Ms. Chapman, you are simply the most wonderful masterpiece of God. Your facial features are completely perfect." It was the first time that the gentle Winston praised someone like this, especially a woman.
No wonder Malcolm personally sent her here. If Winston had such a beautiful girlfriend, he would have escorted her all the way.
Marilyn couldn't help but laugh at his praise.
Winston smiled at Marilyn in the mirror. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Ms. Chapman, am I wrong?"
"No, you are exaggerating." Marilyn smiled.
"Oh!" Winston softly replied, "Ms. Chapman, I have seen countless beauties, but this is the first time I have seen such a pure and charming girl like you."