My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter 165

Madeline sat down calmly. "I haven't put on makeup yet. Do you want to do it together! I have all kinds of cosmetics here."

Harper happened to have that plan. When she saw Madeline's dressing table, she gulped. Then, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the things on the table. They were all costly. Even a random necklace on it looked extremely expensive. "These are all top brands: I haven't seen these packages before. They're nice. Can we even customize the packaging!" Harper felt herself like a country bumpkin. "You're too low-key, really"

At the same time, she bellowed inwardly, "Who said Madeline was a bumpkin? Open your eyes and see how extravagant she is

Madeline said casually. "Nolan gave it to me on my birthday. You can just use it. Cosmetics are meant to be used, anyway" Harper blinked and asked. "Nolan... Is he the handsome guy I saw earlier who doesn't seem to be in good health?" "Did I you see him before!" Madeline was surprised

"Yes, I did. When I came out of the police station. I saw him taking you to the car. He's so handsome! Harper answered.

"Oh? Really? A man's voice suddenly came from the door.

Harper looked over and saw a slender man

in thin co

thin cotton clothes standing at the door.

He was unhealthily pale. Although his face was thin, he had beautiful features and shiny brown hair. The ends of his eyes were a bit red, as he had been sick for years. His lips were pressed together, and the middle of his lips were red. He looked like a man in a painting Harper became very nervous. "Madeline, I thought Gavin was here. What is it Nolan!"

She instinctively felt afraid of the mysterious and dangerous Nolan despite his charming look and whispered inwardly, 'I wonder how Madeline C get along with someone like him. He's obviously a lovesick. Gavin has a very sunny disposition compared to him. Madeline walked over and dragged Nolan out, saying coquenishly. "Nolan, we're going to have fun. You don't stay here, or she'll feel awkward. I'll bring you something to eat when I come back, okay?"

Nolan patted Madeline's hand. "No need. You look great today. It suits your age. You should relax and spend more time with your peers on normal days. He pinched Madeline's pink cheeks, thinking they were adorable "I didn't mean to disturb you. I just want to ask your friend what kind of coffee she likes."

"Coffee?" Madeline pondered before peering into the room and asking. "Harper, what coffee do you like?"

"I usually drink iced coffee, Harper answered.

was silent for a while. "You guys order online then. It's my treat" He had all kinds of

Madeline closed the

the room, breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought your brother was difficult to get along with, but I didn't expect him

"Nolan

wasn't until the afternoon that both of them headed out. They were dressed up beautifully. When they sat in the taxi, the driver couldn't help but take another glance

the front seats had all been taken, and

a closer seat. She naturally wouldn't be picky. By the time they arrived, there was a line at the ticket gate. Most of the fans were

holding the iced coffee, waved at Harper after having her ticket verified. "Let's keep in touch and have supper together after

the camera to Madeline. "You'll definitely have a great view from the front row. Take some photos for

took the camera and was pushed forward by the crowd

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several minutes, she finally found her seat in the first row. There were many cameras up ahead. On the round stage, images could be seen on a huge screen, and the lighting changed with the music.

settings. Since she had promised to help Harper, she would

the audience in the back row w screamed. "Everyone,

picture. Aww, he's so handsome"

I will love you

The audience was overwhelmed.

couldn't help but feel her ears numb. She took the camera

the stage, he said. "Thank you for coming to my concert tonight. Since the last concert, I've been looking forward

The light of the venue was particularly lively and had a fantastic vibe at night. As the concert began, the

1. up.

on the stage. The large screen behind was projecting his live movement. He was dressed in white, and his hair was dyed light purple. When he raised his

sang the first song in the microphone His fingers hanging on his side moved little by little in the air, conforming

drunk in the early morning, wandering aimlessly on a

street, the loneliness