Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 188 Hey, We Agreed

"You!" Clark pointed at the man who sat between Griffith and Gary. "…have the hidden object!"

The man is surprise upon hearing the voice of the child with his eyes staring back at him with certainty. For that reason, he slowly gulps his saliva and he felt like he was got caught stealing something valuable from his master.

'What the–! How did this child know?' he sweated at the thought of being smeared with a lipstick.

The man was caught off guard because after the object was pa.s.sed on to him, the child suddenly turned and pointed his finger at him that he could not pa.s.s it to the person next to him.

On the other side, the other men were relieved that they surpa.s.sed the first challenge. Gary's heart started to throb because he's near with the man. He silently gave thanks because he could not imagine himself facing the servants or anyone with lipstick on his face. It will demean his image as the young master's dignified a.s.sistant.

"Where's the lipstick, sir? I want the red one…" Clark said as he extends his small chubby hand to Griffith.

Griffith grinned. "That's the best color, little master!" then he handed him the red lipstick.

"Little master, please remember that only one application is allowed only." The man cries out.

Clark paused to decide of which part of the man's face to apply the lipstick. Then the child decided to apply it on his left eyelid.

His colleagues unexpectedly let out a laugh and then they controlled it, only showing poker faces.

"Wait, till your turn!" the man hissed at them.

When it's time for him to take over as Bob, he alerted his senses to catch the one who hid the object. His eyes move to and fro to catch one of them and within half a minute, he caught his colleague, and then he applied the lipstick on the man's upper lip.

The next Bob could not accept that he was caught so he tried so hard to catch any of them even the little master is not spared. But everyone seems cautious now, not to be caught.

The alarm buzzed.

"Time's up!" the men cheered and jeered! They all let out a loud guffaw.

The men let out their guard and started to poke fun to the defeated 'Bob'. Gary just showed a faint smile and still thankful that he's not caught.

One by one take turns in applying the lipstick on his face and they all showed restrained laugh after they applied the lipstick. After Clark applied the lipstick on his face, he commented.

"You look very funny, mister bodyguard…" Clark covered his mouth as he giggled.

The other men moved to their side to laugh, but Griffith could no longer hold it, he let out a loud guffaw! The man wondered why they laughed so loud. So he hastily stood up and looks for a mirror. To his horror, they applied the lipstick on his eyelids, cheeks, lips and on his chin with dark and big strokes.

The laughter echoed within the living room that even the maidservants went out to know what's happening. When they saw some of the men's faces, they joined in their laughter.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!"

They all froze. They simultaneously s.h.i.+fted their gazes to where the voice comes from.

The maidservants run quickly, like a mouse chased by a cat, back to their posts when they saw who are coming.

All of them did not notice the arrival of Clint and John because they were all engrossed in laughter.

Clint and John decided to be back early and left their wives at the hospital because Clint received a call from the private investigators that they will arrive any minute regarding the result of their investigation.

"Grandpa Clint, Grandpa John! You're here!" Clark runs to their side. "We're playing, Bob, the weasel. Look at mister bodyguard he looked so funny. Mister, will you please face us?" the child giggled.

John and Clint stood there with serious faces, waiting for the man to face them. Meanwhile, Griffith and Gary are getting nervous. Gary eyed his brother angrily as though telling him that it is his fault.

The bodyguard felt so deflated. 'What have I put myself into? This is so embarra.s.sing!!' he thought dejectedly.

Slowly he turned himself to face his master with his shoulders and head hang low to hide his face.

"Are you looking down on us?" Master Clint asks sternly.

They all went stiff and thought that Clint is angry. Without delay the man straightened and positioned his body like that of a military man. He just swallowed the remaining embarra.s.sment he felt inside and faces them with his head held up.

His colleagues coughed hardly upon seeing him. Clint and John's eyes widen at his appearance. The man closed his eyes and prepared himself to be scolded and be fired right away. He waited for several seconds but nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes and there he saw the fl.u.s.tered faces of his masters as they hold their chortles as well.

When they could no longer hold it, a loud mirth could be heard once again in the living room.

"Next time…. include us… will you…?" John commented in between his chortle.

The man was relieved when he heard John. In the end, the bodyguard laughed together with them.

He was about to erase the lipstick when Griffith stops him.

"Hey, we agreed that no one should wipe off the lipstick…"

"But it's unfair…!" the man protested.

"Well, it isn't. It just happened that Master Clint arrived. So…"