NovelEnglishChapter 905 Chapter 905: Kyson, now alone, put his spoon down and let out a deep breath. The battle wasn't over-but at least, for now, he could take a moment to recover.
He glanced at the massive bowl, suppressing a sigh. From this day forward, oatmeal porridge was officially banned from his diet.
Kyson finally forced down the last spoonful, his stomach painfully full. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to recover from the ordeal.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen the sound of a door opening caught his attention. He turned his head.
He froze. The discomfort in his stomach was instantly forgotten. Carrie stood in the doorway, wrapped in crimson silk, the fabric clinging to her fras if it had been made for her.
Before this, when Kyson had received the dress, he hadn't paid much attention. He had only noted its unusual cut, thinking it looked like random scraps of fabric stitched together.
It was a dress that only a woman with flawless proportions could wear. The deep V-neckline plunged daringly low. The high slit at the skirt revealed flashes of long, toned legs. And the bare back added a touch of sophistication and allure. Most women would never dare to wear such a design. Any minor flaw-even the slightest imperfection in posture or proportion-would be completely exposed.
The fabric wasn't a garish red, but a deep, luxurious crimson—like the color of a rose under moonlight. And under the warm glow of the room's lighting, the fabric shimmered faintly with every movement.
The material had been crafted specifically to react under stage lights.
It was a dress designed for elegance in motion—a dress that demanded perfection.
See more chapters at glnov☐☐☐ Carrie, unaware of his stunned silence, twirled slightly, the fabric shifting like liquid silk. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Kyson, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "Thank you, Kyson. It's beautiful. And it fits perfectly." Kyson swallowed. His voice was uncharacteristically soft when he spoke. "It's not that the dress fits perfectly, it's that you have a good figure and can pull off anything." Kyson hid his amusement. Of course, the fit wasn't an accident. He had specifically asked Marina for Carrie's exact size. Marina had taken her shopping before, and sof the haute couture boutiques they visited kept detailed size records.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut there was no need to tell Carrie that. Not now. Given their current relationship, the less effort he made obvious, the more she would be willing to accept his kindness.
As for his true intentions, he had plenty of tto reveal that to her in the future.
And by then, every small thing he had done for her would becanother shared memory-a beautiful piece of their story.
As he thought of this, the corner of his lips lifted slightly the content is of novelenglish.net!
After seeing Carrie try on the dress, Kyson left. With Daxton staying in the apartment, there was no reason for him to linger.
Daxton watched Carrie for a moment, then said casually, “We just had dinner, so you're probably, not ready to sleep yet." He leaned against the kitchen counter, stretching his arms slightly. "Let's go for a walk-to help with digestion."
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