Chapter 177

The maid and makeup artist greeted Tyler as he entered, “Mr. Tyler.”

He responded with a flat acknowledgment before approaching Olivia.

Since their recent conflict, Olivia hadn’t initiated much conversation with him, but she called out, Tyler.”

Stopping behind her, he asked, looking into the mirror, “How much longer?”

Olivia wasn’t sure if he was addressing her or the makeup artist, who remained silent. She replied, ”

We’ve just started. It’ll probably take over an hour more.”

Tyler glanced at her again.

Although the makeup artist had only started, Olivia looked stunning today. She sat there like a blooming flower, pretty and lively.

In the warm light of the room, Olivia noticed that his stern, cold face seemed somewhat gentler. Yet, she could still discern deep emotions in his eyes.

“Are you tying your hair up?”

She nodded. “Mm–hmm, I think so.‘

Tyler stared at her in the mirror before instructing the makeup artist, “Just keep it light and natural.”

“Sure, Mr. Tyler,” the makeup artist replied.

Concerned about her unfamiliarity with such events, Olivia asked, “Is there anything I should watch out for?”

Being inexperienced, she felt clueless. Although it was just a banquet, given it was hosted by the Harris family, she didn’t want to embarrass herself.

“No need. Just be yourself and stay by my side,” Tyler replied flatly, his gaze lowered.

Olivia nodded. “Okay.”

The maid who had served Olivia at Sandalwood Palace brought in breakfast. She looked doubtful, still adjusting to the idea of Olivia becoming the lady of the house when she had been a mere guest before.

She had thought Tyler only saw her as a… sister.

She offered Olivia the ravioli, saying, “Please… have some.”

Feeling uncomfortable under the maid’s gaze, Olivia glanced at Tyler before accepting the food.

Tyler appeared unperturbed as usual, remarking, “Eat a bit to fill your stomach. You won’t get a chance to eat for a while.”

Olivia complied, picking up a spoon and eating a couple of ravioli.

As the makeup artist opened the box containing the antique jewelry, she hesitated, recognizing, their value and not wanting to use them carelessly. She asked, “There are a couple of headpieces here, Which one would you prefer?”

Olivia glanced at the jewelry box and realized it belonged to Maisy. Now she felt troubled, not knowing which one to wear.

Tyler glanced at the box and said to the makeup artist, “Use the one with the pearls.”

He picked the most youthful and understated design that suited Olivia’s age. The other pieces seemed either too colorful or old–fashioned, Following his instruction, the makeup artist carefully placed the orchid–shaped diamond headpiece on Olivia’s sleek, dark hair as Tyler stood behind her. It looked beautiful, He left right after that.

When he reached the door, he asked Linda, “Who from the Pearces will be attending?” “Claude will be there,” Linda replied.