Chapter 453 Lipstick Mark on the Collar
The woman raised an eyebrow and sidled up to Albert with a seductive smile.
She leaned in, her shoulder strap slipping dangerously low, revealing more than a hint of cleavage.
Her voice dripped with temptation. "Hey, handsome, changed your mind?"
Her red-painted fingernails reached for Albert's face. "What do you want to drink? I'll join you!"
Albert glanced at her, and she immediately froze.
His cold demeanor made her too scared to get any closer.
"Step back," Albert said.
The woman stood there, unsure of what to do next. She looked at him, fear evident in her eyes.
She had been about to leave when he called her back, and now he was telling her to stay away.
Nervously, she hesitated, not daring to approach him again.
But Albert had come out of the VIP section, exuding an air of wealth. As a liquor saleswoman, she couldn't let such an opportunity slip by.
"Handsome, first you tell me to leave, then you want me to stay..." She played with her hair, which reeked of cheap perfume. "Are you playing hard to get? Or do you like the push and pull?"
Albert's brow furrowed. "You selling liquor?"
"Yes," she said, pouting her exaggerated red lips. "Whatever you want, I've got it."
Her words were suggestive, sending a clear message to Albert.
"What's the price?" he asked.
"If you just want liquor, the bestsellers are around six thousand. But you don't seem like the type to be stingy." She batted her eyelashes. "I have bottles worth tens of thousands, and I'll drink with you! Which one do you want?"
"All of them. Name your price."
The woman was stunned. She had never met such a generous customer!
Was she about to hit the jackpot tonight?
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "If you want all of them, I'll give you a discount. Nine hundred thousand dollars!"
Albert's expression remained cold. "I'll take it all."
"I knew you were a big spender!" she exclaimed. "Wait here, I'll change into something you'll like and we can go!"
As she spoke, she thought about which outfit her previous clients had liked best.
Meeting such a generous client was a dream come true!
"No need," Albert interrupted her coldly.
She froze. "Then what do you want?"
Albert looked at her with disdain, his lips pressed into a thin line. He had no patience for her anymore.
He handed her a card and took her bag.
She watched, bewildered, as he rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bottle of perfume and a tube of lipstick.
He broke the lipstick in half and smeared it on his collar.
The collar was instantly stained with lipstick, and he sprayed it with perfume.
Albert's expression was one of disgust, but he endured it.
He tossed the bag and the broken lipstick and perfume on the ground and walked away without looking back.
The woman stared at his retreating figure, then looked at the card in her hand.
"Did I just meet a crazy scammer? What if this card is fake..." she muttered to herself.
She quickly pulled out her portable card reader and tried to transfer some money to her account.
Her eyes went from wary to ecstatic.
"No password, payment successful?"
The bedroom seemed to swallow all the light.
The room was silent, with only the stillness in the air keeping Yvette company as she waited for Albert to return.
Yvette glanced at the clock. It was past three in the morning.
Albert still wasn't back.
A wave of sadness and loneliness washed over her. She smiled bitterly.
She had always been powerless against Albert.
Unknowingly, she had reverted to the woman who foolishly waited for him to come home.
Yvette pushed down the bitterness in her eyes and got up to go to bed.
Lying down, she curled up, her eyes tightly shut, her long lashes trembling slightly.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
Yvette's back stiffened. He was back?
She opened her eyes and looked at the man at the door.
The light from the hallway illuminated his chiseled profile.
He closed the door, plunging the room back into darkness, with only the moonlight outlining his slightly drunken form.
The room quickly filled with the scent of alcohol.
Albert unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles.
He clenched his shirt in his long fingers and stopped in front of Yvette.
After a few seconds, he tossed the shirt on the bed and turned to leave.
The shirt reeked of alcohol and a strong perfume.
Yvette's throat tightened, her body rigid, as she watched Albert take clean clothes from the closet and head to the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, Yvette slowly sat up.
The scent was too strong to ignore.
She silently picked up the shirt and brought it to her nose.
It was a woman's perfume.
Yvette's hands trembled slightly. Just as she was about to pretend she didn't know, she noticed a red stain.
In the moonlight, she saw the lipstick mark on the collar.
Albert stepped into the shower, turning on the water.
Droplets fell, glistening in the light, and cascaded over his skin, forming a thin mist.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, letting the water run down his face, over his chest, and along the ridges of his muscles.
Would Yvette see the lipstick on the collar?
Would she be jealous, as they said?
The cold water cleared Albert's head a bit. He took a deep breath, dried off, and returned to the bedroom.
The shirt he had tossed aside was now neatly folded on the nightstand.
Albert lay down with his back to Yvette, waiting for her to confront him.
Time ticked by, but there was no sound from behind him.
Disappointment grew, just as he thought she wouldn't say anything, he heard her voice.
She spoke softly, almost a whisper.
"Albert."
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