Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 637 Are You Even Human?!

"Three days ago, you lied to me about wanting to take me to the movies. You ended up not showing up after three

hours because you claimed there was a gas leak at home.

"Two days ago, you said you would take me to a nearby restaurant for dinner, but you ended up ordering takeout

for yourself at home.

"So, tell me, why should I believe you now?"

"Ah… Listen, I can explain this."

Yelena crossed her arms impatiently, her face dripping with annoyance. "Go on, then. I'm listening."

"I overslept three days ago."

Yelena raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"That restaurant was closed two days ago."

"And?"

"But I promise I'll definitely take you to Super today!"

Yelena sized him up, making sure he was dressed up appropriately before finally believing him.

"Alright then, let's go now."

Unexpectedly, Federick was the one who looked her up and down this time.

"Are you sure you want to go in that?" he asked.

Yelena glanced at her outfit.

She had on black leather shoes paired with a white chiffon dress, her entire body adorned with blinding jewelry. It

seemed suitable for attending a banquet.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Is there a problem?"

As Federick took off his sunglasses, his disdain was evident in his eyes.

"This outfit is too low-class."

Yelena angrily snapped, "You'd better not be talking about me."

"Woman, think about what other people wear. You're dressed in a style from several years ago. Do you really think

it's appropriate?"

Federick understood that it wasn't entirely Yelena's fault. After all, she was just a celebrity and not a stylist. It was

only a given that she didn't have much expertise in that area.

"Then what do you suggest I wear?"

Federick rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. "Come, I'll take you somewhere."

Two hours later, they arrived at a styling studio.

Yelena thought she could go blind when she looked at the dazzling decorations inside.

"What is this place?"

Federick didn't answer her question. Instead, he approached a man coming toward them and hugged him.

"Federick, darling! What brought you here?"

The foreign tough guy in front of them looked rugged, but his voice was mysteriously coquettish.

The contrast was truly extreme.

"Enrique, I am here to see you today because I need your help with something."

The man, Enrique Lima, covered his mouth and chuckled. Seeing someone like him make such a gesture was funny.

"What do you need? Just tell me, I'll help you for sure."

Federick nodded in satisfaction and then pointed at Yelena standing behind him.

"Please help me give her a makeover. We're going to attend the celebrity banquet at Super. She can't go wearing

that."

Hearing that, Enrique held Yelena's hand and examined her from head to toe, disregarding the fact that he was a

man and she was a woman. As he scrutinized her, he couldn't help exclaiming in surprise.

"You've never had a girlfriend before! I even wondered if you were into men.

"So, you have a unique taste in women, huh? I mean, this poor fashion sense.

"Ah, instead of saying that she has no fashion sense, it's more like she has this countryside style from head to toe.

"So, this is what you're into?"

After hearing one offensive statement after another, Yelena felt her patience wearing thin, and she wanted to

punch him.

Federick noticed that Yelena was about to explode then. Fearing the unimaginable consequences that might follow

if she had blown her top, he hurriedly urged Enrique to start getting ready instead of wasting time on useless

chatter.

"I got it, I got it. I won't complain about your baby."

Enrique pinched Yelena's cheek and smiled. "Although your fashion is not that great, you have a pretty decent face.

"Not bad. At least you got an excellent foundation."

Yelena immediately slapped away his wandering hands.

"Woah, aren't you a feisty little lady!" Enrique couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yelena gave him a side-eye. "Is there anything abnormal about my temper? What are you laughing at? Are you

abnormal?"

Enrique's smile froze on his face.

Federick knew this situation would arise, and he couldn't help but sigh and rub his forehead.

"Alright, alright, you two. Stop talking and do your own thing, okay?"

Enrique, who had a good temperament, didn't show any signs of annoyance even when Yelena made such remarks.

On the contrary, he found the woman more adorable than when they first met.

"Of course, since she's your companion, I must dress her up beautifully tonight. She will outshine everyone else."

He then called a few people over and led Yelena to the dressing room.

Two hours had already passed after the preparations were done.

Federick had brought his female companions here before, and he knew that it was normal to spend hours here.

"What do you need? Just tell me, I'll help you for sure."

But usually, he would urge Enrique to hurry up because he didn't want to wait that long.

Despite that, he found himself surprisingly patient today.

He even hoped that Enrique would slow down and take a little longer.

He was really looking forward to how stunning Yelena would look when she came out.

Another hour passed, and Enrique was the first to come out while giving Federick a thumbs-up.

Yelena walked out in high heels next.

The elegant beauty in front of him looked like a goddess. Even Federick, who had seen his fair share of beautiful

women, couldn't help but be taken aback.

As expected of the woman he had set his eyes on. She was truly an exquisite beauty!

"Oh, Federick, darling, I know I've dressed her up really nicely, but you don't have to stare at her so intently,"

Enrique joked, bringing him back to reality.

"D-Do I look okay?"

Enrique didn't allow her to look in the mirror when she was in the dressing room.

She didn't know what she looked like now.

But judging from Federick's expression, she had a feeling that she didn't look all that bad.

"You're absolutely stunning, my darling. Believe me. Since Federick brought you here, he must trust my skills."

Enrique winked at her and then pointed his finger in the direction behind her.

"There's a mirror over there, darling."

Hearing that, Yelena carefully walked over, her high heels making her steps a bit unsteady.

But the moment she saw herself in the mirror, even she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Enrique was truly skilled; he highlighted all her strengths and concealed every flaw perfectly.

He was far more talented than her usual makeup artist.

"Enrique, you're amazing!" Yelena squealed. Her smile became even sweeter when she blinked.

Enrique covered his chest, sighing, "Oh, my little princess, please don't look at me like that. I might drown in your

sweet smile."

But upon hearing this, Federick suddenly stood up and stood in front of Yelena.

His voice was cold when he stated, "In that case, we will be taking our leave now."

"Tsk, tsk. "Enrique could tell that Federick was bothered by his comment. "I can't even look? How protective."

"Make fun of me again, and I won't be paying for your services this time."

Enrique immediately roared, "Federick Seanzy, are you even human?!"

But usually, he would urge Enrique to hurry up because he didn't want to wait that long.