My Naughty Fiance's
Flour Art On The Face

Damian still felt his heart beating uncharacteristically. For a moment he thought he was in another realm that encountered two aliens. And the two aliens are now sitting opposite him in a similar position. Sit upright with both feet tightly and then both hands are placed on the thighs.

Damian highlighted the two alternately. An hour ago, he was still in the meeting room. Discussing a new project on the construction of hotels in Sicily. The new meeting was running five minutes as her phone rang from one of her date. He would have ignored it if he had not asked her to pick up his daughter for lunch.

Then what he heard. The same report that Dulce Lawrence is back out of school. What would his daughter be if in a week, Dulce truant for four days, and sometimes even every day.

And here he is. At home he is shocked by a large alien he does not recognize.

"Who's that woman, Damian?"

Grenda, the woman fighting over shoes with Grace asked with a directed look at Grace in astonishment.

"Grace," said without turning his gaze away from the two objects in front of him.

"Grace? Who's she?"

"I don't know."

Damian saw Grace flicking her lips. I don't know what that means. Is Grace upset that Damian said she didn't know him? Damian didn't lie completely. He was just quoting what his daughter said. It's Grace. That woman is Grace. Who Grace is is likely the next question that Damian himself is not important to. What Damian wants to know is why Dulce truant this time and why she's with her daughter in this house. As far as he could remember, he didn't know a woman named Grace.

Damian certainly remembered the names of the women who had dated him. And there's no Grace on that list.

"Don't know?" Grenda's not sure about Damian's answer."

"How do I know if his face is still covered in flour."

"It's a mask," Grace corrected.

The flour? Heh? Since when have humans been draped with flour. Stupidhead! Grace cursed in her heart.

"And our masks have cracked in shock at your voice, Dad."

"Whatever the name, can you clean your face?!" Damian hissed holding back his annoyance.

"We need to see the timer." Jesus, it could be that Grace is still following the instructions on how to use the mask.

"Yes. Minimum of 15 minutes. We have to keep it quiet for that long." Dulce confirmed what Grace had said. Well, they really are sohibs who support each other.

"We started at 12. 15." Grace is back.

"What they said," Grenda looked at the two aliens with amused expressions and Grace had to refrain from jumping and clawing at Grenda's face. He still has a grudge against the woman and he does not like the appearance of Grenda who is always fencing in his opinion.

Damian looked at the watch that was coiled in his hand. "It's 12:32 already. That means the flour has been on your face for 17 minutes. Clean it."

"Daddy says we can clean it up, Gre."

Grace nodded. "Ask your father if we can go back to your room. The cleaner's there."

Grenda rolled her eyeballs. Grace's voice sounded very clear.

"Why do you ask Dulce to say it if you yourself also have a mouth to ask directly."

"Dad, can we go back to the room? We have to clean it up there?"

Everyone ignored Grenda's insinuations.

"Go back in five minutes. Daddy hope you have the answer to this, Pie."

Dulce did not say, he immediately pulled Grace's hand to stand.

"Pie?" Grace immediately asked Dulce as soon as they had moved away from Damian.

"Hmmm. Cutie Pies. In her eyes I look cute and adorable. All of his buying stuff he thinks is a good thing for me to wear. She just doesn't know that her daughter is always being ridiculed at school because of her ridiculous taste!"

Grace chuckled at the little girl's chattering. "But you don't mind wearing your father's purchases at all."

"So she's happy."

"Did your father know you were being harassed by your friends because of a way of dressing that they thought was weird?"

"Nobody knows but you. You saw us. So you're witnessing the truth."

"Do I have to keep it a secret?" Grace pushed open the room door, letting Dulce in first.

"Yes. Something embarrassing and unpleasant doesn't have to be shared."

"Hm, okay. I'll keep your secret. Share with me. By the way, can I also call you that, Pie?"

"of course. Just so you're willing to take me to your circle of friendship with Helli Lepisto." Dulce gave the conditions. Small people are good at negotiating.

The circle? It was almost Grace. Just a few hours with Dulce, he had immediately fallen for the sweet girl. In a few minutes, Dulce can look very adorable, the next minute Dulce turned into a child who likes to fad and argue, Ducle is also smart to do the drama as if sorry for the mistakes made. Evidently in front of Damian, he only lowered his head even though he occasionally glanced at his father. Dulce is also a smart child and his way of thinking is also quite mature considering he is 11 years old.

"alright. You'll be our friend. The three of us will be good friends who support each other. But you must love me more than Helli."

Dulce pursed his nose until the mask cracked.

"Because I love Helli more than anyone. If you love Helli it means we're gonna compete for his attention. I don't want to compete with a kid."

"I'm not a kid anymore. But, well, I'll love you more. What matters is that I have friends." Dulce stretched out her little finger. Of course Grace knows what that means. He used to do such things to his father, mother and Gavin. Little promise.

"Well, man, time to clean your face."

"I can't wait to see the results" said Dulce.

"You want me to clean your face, Pie?"

"I can do it, you just clean your face."

"OKAY. You're a very independent boy."

They immediately went to the toilet to wash their faces. And once the mask that Damian called as flour had disappeared from their faces, Grace and Dulce compactly cried out hysterically.

"Arrrggghhh..."

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"Gre, how's this?" Dulce cried while holding Grace's hand. Damian is seen talking to a dermatologist.

Yeah, Grace and Dulce were taken to the hospital. Both faces were full of red. Looks like chicken pox. It also feels very itchy. Their hands did not stop to scratch it. In addition to itching, pain is also felt.

"Not that it looks pretty, our faces have become hideous, Gre."

"E-everything will be fine. The doctor will examine your face. You'll be cured." Grace also wanted to cry. But looking at the already fussy Dulce, he restrained his panic.

Damian approached them and Grace immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at the man's face. He's ready to be scolded.

"The doctor has only one. The other doctors will be soon. Dulce will be checked first."

Grace nodded, she removed her hand from the little girl's grasp.

"Will my face be injected, Dad? I'm afraid of syringes." Dulce was still crying.

"They'll just check it out. Will not be injected."

"Last time you said that too when I had a fever. They stabbed me in the ass."

"This time Daddy didn't lie. They won't inject your face. They'll just check it out and stop scratching your face, Pie."

"It's itchy, Dad. It also feels very hot and hot. Am I gonna turn ugly?"

"You're still the prettiest. Come on, lie down." Come on."

"I'm scared."

"Daddy is here. What are you afraid of?"

"You'll just shut up when they inject me. That's what you did first."

"Why do you always bring that up."

"That was your first lie to me."

"It's for your own good. You recover after that and go back to acting. But this time, Daddy really didn't lie to you. No one's gonna inject you."

"They're going to get my face back to how it was?"

"of course. Your face will come back beautiful as long as you work well together. Go into the check room and lie down sweetly. The doctor will do their job right."

Grace notices the interaction between the child and the father. At first, Grace thought Damian was a typical hard dad. It turns out that at any given moment, a man puts himself as a good father. He persuaded Dulce patiently. Followed the girl's chattering calmly. A very warm and entertaining view.

"What about Grace? Is her face going to come back pretty, Dad?"

"Your two faces will be back to how they were. Come in, the doctor is waiting for you."

"Gre, are you afraid of syringes?"

Grace nodded honestly.

"You are my friend. But you don't have to be afraid, Daddy said that his doctor wouldn't inject us."

"Yes, I heard it. Come inside."

"You'll be checked after me. You don't go anywhere."

Grace nodded her head again. Dulce finally came in and the door was closed. Staying with Damian.

"I'm sorry. I don't know." Grace's words hang as Damian turns and looks at her.

Damian exhaled. The woman before him was truly a surprise. The female rabbit.

Damian still doesn't understand why Grace is at his house and playing around with his daughter. They create a ridiculous work on their faces.

"Stop scratching your face." Now is not the time to question his confusion.

"It's so itchy."

"Dulce also said something similar. But hold your fingers if you don't want your smooth face to leave scars there."

"I-I don't really know about cosmetics." Grace did not tell Damian that buying these cosmetics was Dulce's idea. He just obeyed the girl's wishes.

"I can see it," Damian chimed lazily not intending to harass.

"I've contacted your brother. He'll be on his way here soon."

"Ouh, you're understanding. I wanted to do it, but my phone was left in your daughter's room."

Damian doesn't chim. He turned his body again, walking closer to the door of the room where his daughter was being examined. The man looked worried and worried.

"Grace,"

Hearing such a familiar voice, Grace turned her head. Gavin and Helli finally came.

"Oh God. What did you do with your face on your first day at work?!" Gavin shuddered amusedly. "This is the reason why you weren't let out of the cage. There's just what you're doing!"

Grace glanced at Damian who was watching them. He swore he would tear Gavin's mouth out as soon as they got home. The cage? Heh?

"Gavin, don't scold her like a child here" Helli scolded her husband. Understanding Helli has always been an encouragement to Grace.

"It must be very itchy and sore. Do you also feel the heat on your skin?"

Grace nodded her head. He encouraged his brother to join Helli. Helli immediately carried the girl into his arms.

"It's a pain. My not-so-beautiful face turned chaotic," Grace fought back while sobbing. He turned his back on Damian so that the man would not know he was crying.

"If you know your face is not so pretty why still dare to throw tantrums with your face," chirped Gavin who immediately got a sharp plot from his wife and sister.

"Why did you bring your husband here, Helli? The pain in my face is getting worse."

"He's the one who brought me here."

"You're here, can you tell him to leave?"

"I'm not going anywhere without my wife. And where's the doctor, why haven't you been checked?!"

"The doctor is examining my daughter."

Gavin and Helli turned towards the source of the voice.

"A, Mr. Lawrence," upon receiving a call from Damian, Gavin is a little confused. How could the man tell him about what his sister was doing.

"You're here too apparently?" Gavin approached the man. "Your daughter is also having problems with her skin?"

"Yes. Your sister and my daughter worked together to create art on their faces."