Mason King didn't dodge away. He sat still while Suzanne Trent boldly lifted her hand and tousled his hair. Just as she was about to spray hair styling spray onto his head, he quietly called her name with a hint of both threat and warning, "Suzanne."
"Hmm?" Suzanne seemed to not understand his warning at all. She lowered her head and looked at her husband with a gleeful expression, ignoring his warning glare.
"I have to try it," she added while shaking the can in her hand.
"No need." Mason King wasn't fond of the sweet-smelling hairspray. Just as she was about to spray it on him, he swiftly drew her close by her waist and placed her on his lap.
Suzanne nearly fell on his lap as she had been unable to stand steady. The spray can almost hit the floor, but thankfully, the makeup artist was quick enough to catch it.
Witnessing their intimate moment was like a direct punch in the gut for the makeup artist.
Makeup artist: What did I do to deserve this...?