With Jessica and Davis' arrival in the living room, the stylist and her assistant immediately stood, greeting them warmly, ready to spring into action at the slightest command.
Their gazes locked on Jessica's face, studying her intently as though trying to decipher her personality.
Quiet admiration flickered in their eyes.
Several thoughts raced through their minds: what sort of woman must she be to receive such care from Davis?
The awe was evident. Even more surprising to them was the fact that, standing together, there was barely any height difference between the couple.
Jessica cast them a light glance. She hadn't expected Davis to go so far as to hire a stylist.
Since entering her second trimester, she had found it increasingly difficult to apply certain products to her skin, they irritated her easily, and she often avoided them altogether.
She turned her gaze upward to Davis. "Do you think I'll even be able to have these makeups applied on me?"
