Chapter 462 Who Wants Revenge? Step Forward _1
"Morning!"
As Carson Flores walked out the door, he bumped into Leah Frost, disheveled with her hair lose, wearing pajamas. Leah was startled for a moment, didn’t respond, and quickly scampered back into her room.
Carson found this baffling. After all, she hadn’t been without clothes, so why the panic?
When Leah reappeared, she was still wearing pajamas, but her face was now made up and her hair was neatly styled, exuding a lazy yet mature beauty.
"Little Carson, good morning!"
Carson, holding a glass of milk, stared in disbelief, "You ran back in panic just to do your makeup and get dressed?"
Leah wore a look that said you’re making a big deal out of nothing. "Of course, I can’t ruin my perfect image. Many men gradually lose interest in their wives, becoming numb, and it’s often because they’ve seen their women at their ugliest moments—barefaced, snoring in their sleep, farting, picking at their feet. From goddess to slob, the image crumbles, and naturally, they stop caring. I don’t want you to despise me in the future..."
Carson laughed, "You should be saying this to my uncle, you’re my aunt, how could I despise you?"
Leah insisted, "No, your aunt, I must be beautiful, powerful, and queen-like at all times, not disheveled and unkempt. Erase that image you just saw from your mind!"