Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 853: The Green Turtle (Revised) For the next hour, Ruud darted frantically between the bathroom and the Brookes family living room.

Every the sat down on the couch-barely enough tto warm the seat-he would leap back up and rush to the bathroom yet again.

The Brookes family, having set aside their grudges for the moment, sat neatly on the sofa, quietly watching Ruud's desperate trips with a mixture of amusement and indifference. Thanks to Ruud's predicament, Tina hadn't offered the laxative-laced sugar water to anyone else.

Brandon, ever the curious chatterbox, had asked earlier, "Why does Ruud get sugar water, and we don't?" lan, already at his wit's end with his brother, smacked the back of Brandon's head. "Use your brain, idiot!" he snapped, ready to launch into a scolding.

But Tina had calmly interjected, her tone sharp and icy. "Because sugar water is for scumbags. You don't qualify." lan, catching her point immediately, exclaimed with satisfaction, "Now, that hit the spot!" The Brookes brothers, always eager to follow a lead, chimed in unison, "That hit the spot!" Jared, never missing a chance to stir the pot, added with a sly grin, "Thanks, future father-in-law, for taking the hit!" Ruud, returning from yet another trip to the bathroom, looked utterly defeated. His face was pale, his steps unsteady, and his patience worn thin. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Tina, please..." he groaned, clutching his stomach. "Givethe antidote! I can't do this anymore! If this keeps up, your father will-will..." He trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the thought. Truthfully, no one could fathom how he was managing to wipe with only one hand.

Tina arched an eyebrow, her expression cool and unyielding. "You're not my dad." "Yes, yes! I'm not your dad!" Ruud blurted out, abandoning whatever dignity he had left. "Just... please, givethe antidote! You can callwhatever you want afterward!" Tina tilted her head slightly, her peach blossom eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. "Whatever I want?" Ruud froze. He suddenly felt like he'd just boarded a pirate ship, but with no escape in sight, he nodded desperately. "Yes, whatever you want!" Smirking, Tina reached into her pocket, pulled out a small pill, and shoved it into Ruud's mouth without ceremony.

Relief cswiftly. The cramps in Ruud's stomach eased, and for the first tin hours, he could breathe without wincing.

Just as Ruud began to relax, Tina stood up with a sly smile and announced, "Wait here." She disappeared upstairs, leaving Ruud and the rest of the family in puzzled silence.

Moments later, she returned, makeup kit in hand. Without a word, she walked up to Ruud and pointed at the couch. "Sit." Ruud, too drained to argue, obeyed.

Tina opened the kit, pulled out a bottle of foundation, and began applying it to Ruud's face in bold, deliberate strokes. The family crowded around, craning their necks to see what she was up to. Jared's eyes landed on the makeup kit. "Wait... isn't that the one Juliet gave you last year? You've never even used it before!" Tina didn't respond. Her hands worked swiftly, a small smirk playing on her lips as she painted.

Bit by bit, the shape on Ruud's face becclear.

Brandon was the first to crack, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "Pfft! Hahaha! She drew a turtle! A green turtle! Oh my God, it suits him perfectly!" Ruud, oblivious to his new look, frowned. He had suspected there'd be a catch to Tina's "antidote," but he hadn't expected this.

The rest of the family broke into hysterics. Even Angela, who rarely smiled, couldn't stop the twitch at the corners of her mouth.

Brandon, tears streaming down his face, pulled out his phone. "This is a masterpiece! I have to share this with the world!" Ruud's face twitched. His voice, low and deliberate, cut through the laughter. "Don't celebrate too early." Brandon just shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I'll celebrate. You're a scumbag who hurt my sister. This is karma! How does it feel to be outplayed by your own daughter?" Ruud offered a dry laugh but said nothing more. He had no energy left to argue.

Tina stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Not bad," she said with a satisfied nod. "A green turtle!" Ruud sighed deeply, resigned to his fate.

Then Tina turned her gaze to Brandon. Her voice was cold. "Sit down." Brandon's grin faltered. "Tina, c'mon, I'm your uncle-" "Sit," Tina repeated, her tone leaving no room for debate.

Panic flashed in Brandon's eyes. He had no intention of becoming her next artistic project. With no better plan, he bolted.

He didn't make it far. Before he could reach the door, Tina darted in front of him, quick as a shadow. Something was shoved into his mouth, and before he knew it, he'd swallowed.

His stomach tightened instantly. Brandon clutched his abdomen, groaning. "Damn it!" he shouted, sprinting toward the bathroom.

lan, watching the chaos unfold, immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Tina, just paint me! I'll behave, I swear!" Tina's lips curled into a triumphant smile. "Good call." lan nodded furiously. "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's knowing when to cooperate!" Tina set to work on lan's face. Compared to Ruud's green turtle, lan got off easy-a cute white rabbit.

As soon as she finished, she turned to Jared.

Jared didn't hesitate for a second. "Your ladyship, I'm at your service!" He sat down willingly, earning an approving nod from Tina.

One by one, Isaac, Jack, Angela, Scarlett, and the rest of the family followed suit, each sitting obediently for their turn under Tina's brush. The only holdout was Brandon, who was still making frantic dashes to the bathroom.

An hour later, Tina stepped back to admire her work.

Everyone looked relatively decent-except for Ruud, whose green turtle was still the pièce de résistance. Jared sported a strawberry cake.

flowerstroke The others had flowers or fruits painted on their faces, each design vibrant and meticulous. When Brandon finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked like a broken man. "Tina, I was wrong!" he cried, his voice hoarse.

"Please, givethe antidote! You can paint whatever you want on my face-even a pile of poop if that's what it takes!" Tina's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Deal!" True to her word, after giving him the antidote, she painted a massive pile of poop on his face, the brushstrokes quick and precise.

Ruud, seeing this, burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Who's laughing now, Brandon? How does it feel?" Brandon glared at him, his face darkening. "You think you're any better, green turtle?" Ruud fell silent.

Fair point.

Just as the room began to settle, Tina suddenly stood up and spun in place, breaking into an impromptu song and dance: "Whoa, oh oh, whoa, whoa, whoa! Little Magic Fairy, ooh la la, dark magic transformation! Woo!" The Brookes family stared at her in stunned silence.