NovelEnglishChapter 512
Her eyes flickered, but in the end, she nodded reluctantly. “It‘s beautiful...”
There was a light smile in the man’s eyes, and he suddenly pinched her waist with both hands. “Put it
on and let me see.”
Under his gaze, she blushed instinctively.
How he looked at her was so unconcealed that almost everything was written in his eyes.
He had always been good at hiding his emotions, not letting anyone see his true self. But in front of
her, all his desires were written in his eyes, without a trace of hiding; they were all shown to her.
“I want to see what it looks like on you.”
After a while, she stood in front of the same mirror and looked at herself.
She felt a little strange looking at her reflection.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow long had it been since she dressed up?
She didn‘t know nor remember.
She was like every other little girl when her parents were still alive. She would spend a lot of time
dressing up and clumsily learning makeup from those older girls, but she always had messed–up
makeup.
Even so, it didn’t stop her from loving dressing up.
People who loved life would naturally love beautiful things.
But after the death of her parents, she seemed to have lost this ability.
Most of the time, she focused on simplicity and comfort, and
she rarely paid attention to how she looked.
Stella hesitated to move.
Weston no longer urged her, but turned around, picked up a red ribbon from the gift box, then walked
behind her. “Do you want me to help you wear it?”
Instantly, she came to her senses and pushed him away. “No need. I can do it on my own.”
“I thought you wanted my help cause you‘ve been standing still just now.”
She gave him a fixed look and insisted, “I can wear it myself.”
It would be too embarrassing to let him help her wear it.
But Weston didn‘t care as he wrapped the red silk around his fingers. “Isn‘t it too late to say this now?”
When Stella heard this, she pursed her lips.
In a confrontation, she was always the losing one.
After a moment, Weston gently held the black hair on her shoulders, took off her nightgown, and then
put on the red gown.
His movements were swift, as if he was touching something valuable for fear of wrinkling her silky skin.
Stella lowered her head and looked at the man‘s solemn expression. It was as if he was dealing with a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcase with hundreds of millions at stake.
He focused on his movements as he carefully lifted the string with pearls and diamonds up her
shoulders.
His purlicue had a thin callus as it caressed her skin, which felt different.
It was like a rough stone on smooth satin.
The thin rope was so tight that it might snap at any time.
But it was extremely strong to connect all the bright pearls.
It was just like her current mood.
It was as if she was dancing on a rip.
Looking at her in the mirror, Weston felt his mouth suddenly becoming dry, his Adam‘s apple rolled up
and down with desire. He then pulled his bow tie open and threw it aside.
Stella still lowered her head as she sized up the dress, but she never raised her head to look into the
mirror.
He suddenly walked behind her and lifted her chin. “Look at yourself.”
He hugged her from behind and wrapped his giant palms in front of her, his purlicue choking her neck.
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