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Her face burned so hot that she doubted she needed the rouge on her cheekbones.

‘We purchased some make-up at the East Market yesterday.’

Fei Long’s lip curled. ‘You look ridiculous.’

Her heart squeezed tight. Then it plummeted, like a crushed and ruined butterfly.

In so few words he had scattered all her confidence, all her hopes. There was no pleasing Fei Long. Not looking at him, she scrubbed at the tint until her lips were raw. She wanted it off—all of it. The powders, the perfume, and all pretence that she could be a lady worth any notice.

‘Yan Ling.’

He rose from his desk to move towards her. She tried to slip past.

In the next moment she caught a glimpse of Fei Long’s face, of his dark and tortured eyes. A muscle tensed along his jaw before he lowered his head …