Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Cecilia Vaughn looked at the person who had just arrived with some surprise, her elegant brows slightly furrowed: ”May I ask who you are?”

He was a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

He appeared to be around forty years old, wearing a burgundy suit with a gentleman’s Windsor knot tie. Although not a young man, he exuded a mature charm that young men couldn’t match.

The foreign man gave Cecilia Vaughn a gentle smile and nodded politely.

”Hello, I am Chloris. Young Master Law has asked me to be your stylist for tomorrow night’s event.”

Chloris?

The globally renowned celebrity stylist?

Cecilia Vaughn’s rosy lips parted slightly in surprise. Thanks to her friend Mona Summers, this name was like thunderclap in her ears!

Mona Summers was a novice screenwriter who would often complain about the lousy styling of their productions while keeping up with the progress on set. It was incomparable to the master Chloris of Mirage Lane.

Back then, Cecilia Vaughn found it odd, as it was a period drama. Even with remarkable aesthetics, a foreigner would inherently lack understanding in Veridian period styling.

But as soon as Cecilia voiced her opinion, Mona heavily refuted it. It turns out Chloris has one-third Veridian blood and is very interested in Veridian traditional culture.

Moreover, with Veridia’s booming economy in recent years, even Director Chapman’s last grand period movie invited Chloris for the makeup and styling. The red gown designed for the female lead’s noble sacrifice atop the city wall was highly praised and even trended online.

Chloris is truly a makeup maestro, whether it’s Eastern styling, Western styling, or a fusion of both, he can make it just right.

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Who wouldn’t want to have a dream-come-true classic style that would immortalize them on the silver screen?

Such an extraordinary person is in high demand among celebrities, even top stars might not be able to book him!

Yet he appeared here today!

Cecilia Vaughn looked at Chloris with some amazement, her voice somewhat moved.

”Thank you so much for coming today.”

Since Adrian Law had invited him, it would be unreasonable for her to refuse such kindness, and although Cecilia usually doesn’t like makeup, which girl doesn’t inherently want to look a bit prettier?

Chloris had always wondered what kind of stunning woman could catch Adrian Law’s eye. Ah, indeed, she had delicate features and seemed gentle and polite.

”Alright, Miss Vaughn, so what style do you prefer?”

Chloris set aside his curiosity and began to professionally assess Cecilia Vaughn’s physical features.

It seemed that Cecilia Vaughn didn’t particularly like makeup; even her eyebrows weren’t tattooed. Yet, she was naturally beautiful with soft willow brows, fresh and elegant.

Having been in the entertainment industry for years, Chloris believed he had seen countless beauties. Yet regardless of facial features or bone structure, Cecilia Vaughn was charmingly refined and rare. Moreover, her skin was exceptionally clear, indicating a well-regulated lifestyle and minimal need for foundation to cover blemishes.

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Cecilia Vaughn thought for a moment, her eyes swept past a long line of luxurious evening gowns in the back, and finally, she spoke softly.

”Keep it simple, I don’t like heavy makeup.”

”Got it, I understand.”

Chloris also deduced that Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t the type, so he turned around and selected several outfits, placing them in front of her.

They were primarily light and elegant but unique in style, never ordinary.

”How about picking this white dress instead?”

As Cecilia Vaughn’s slender hand barely picked up a corner of the dress, an unexpectedly low, cold, and magnetic voice echoed from the air, reminiscent of a cello’s bass, elegant and dignified, yet indisputable.

”No, this dress is too revealing.”

This dress is revealing?

She had clearly chosen the simplest style available!

Three black lines immediately ran across Cecilia Vaughn’s forehead as she looked up to see Adrian Law’s handsome, noble face.

Chloris was also at a loss for words; as a professional, he directly laid the white dress in front of Adrian Law.

”Young Master Law, this white dress is elegant and sophisticated, how is it inappropriate?”

Adrian Law’s eyes were deep as the ocean, and he pointed to the back of the white gown with a faint voice hiding his discontent.

”The back is too exposed.”

Just the thought of his most precious treasure showing off her beauty to others made him regret his decision.

The so-called high society is merely wealthy, their manners not necessarily refined. If Cecilia Vaughn wore this gown to be ogled by others, who knows how filthy those men’s thoughts might be?

Although nothing had happened yet, Adrian Law’s heart began to ache.

Cecilia belongs to him alone.

Cecilia Vaughn: ”...”

Chloris: ”...”

For formal evening wear, isn’t exposing the back quite normal?

Look at the numerous high-society red carpets where exposed chests and thighs are aplenty.

And this white dress merely showcased the elegance of butterfly bones, with the exposure just right, only beautiful and not vulgar.

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Chloris looked at Adrian Law’s dark eyes, silently feeling helpless.

The Eldest Young Master Law must be reincarnated from a jealous king, right?

It’s an engagement party; wouldn’t it be inappropriate if Miss Vaughn shows up wrapped completely in a high-collared gown?

Besides, even a high-collared gown might have slits that are too high for the Eldest Young Master Law’s liking.

You can’t make bricks without straw; Chloris’s emerald green eyes rolled around, feeling rather helpless as he spoke to Adrian Law.

”The Eldest Young Master Law, since this white dress is unsuitable, what kind of dress do you think suits Miss Vaughn? How about you decide?”

Choosing clothes is typically something that confounds most men, and Chloris intended for Adrian Law to realize the difficulty of the decision.

Unexpectedly, Adrian Law nodded with remarkable composure and went directly to the rows of clothing racks.

Chloris: ”...”

Impressive, remarkably so.

Cecilia Vaughn was also amazed. She stretched her neck slightly, curious to see what kind of dress Adrian Law would choose for her.

After about five minutes, Adrian Law emerged with a purple embroidered gown.

”Cecilia, let’s go with this one.”

Upon seeing the dress, Cecilia Vaughn froze for a moment.

The reason was simple: she had never worn purple in her life.

Her mother once told her that purple represents mystery and nobility, and it takes time and experience to carry it well.

At the time, young Cecilia naively thought it was only suitable for the mature, but even later, among the many women in purple she encountered, there were few who could truly wear it well.

Cecilia Vaughn was stunned while Chloris’s eyes lit up.

”The Eldest Young Master Law, this fabric is the unique Sunset Veil of The Myrian Wilds, I’ve heard it’s worth its weight in gold! You truly have an excellent eye!”