Chapter 216 Worthy of the Gift from Charles

Not far away, Marcus sat at the dining table, sipping his coffee while scrolling his iPad. His phone rested on the table beside him, silent and still. Natalie subtly adjusted her compact mirror, angling it just right to catch the reflection of Marcus's phone. The screen remained dark—no notifications, no incoming calls. She waited a little longer, but Marcus remained as composed and elegant as ever, exuding quiet confidence. Had she been wrong? "Nat?" Connie approached, her gaze landing on the mirror in Natalie's hand. It was an unusual sight, Natalie had never done anything like this before. "Connie, do you think this lipstick shade suits me?" Natalie asked casually, tucking the mirror away as if nothing had happened. Connie leaned in to examine her lips. The color was a soft pink, subtle yet flattering, but she couldn't quite place the shade. "Nat, which lipstick are you wearing?" "Can't tell? It's a lip tint," Natalie smiled. "I'll try a different color next time." "Sound