NovelEnglish"Close your eyes first," Mia instructed.
However, Timothy didn't comply this time.
He looked down at her and reasoned, "You're askingto help you put on this dress, right? But how can I do that if I close my eyes?" Mia fell silent, realizing the implication of her request.
Timothy continued, "We were once married and even have children together. What's there to be shy about in front of me?" "I'm not shy." "Stay still." Timothy remained silent thereafter. Once he had steadied Mia, he positioned himself behind her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he looked at Mia's beautiful, fair back, a depth of emotion shone in his eyes.
Noticing the stuck zipper at her waist, Timothy swiftly crouched down behind her.
Mia grasped her dress tightly, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's penetrating stare boring into her.
Soon, she heard the rustle of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting the zipper of her dress.
As his fingers brushed against her back, Mia's body involuntarily flinched, a hint of discomfort creeping in. "Why are you moving?" Timothy's voice rumbled from behind her.
"I'm just feeling a bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling the temperature in the bathroom inexplicably rising. Unable to tolerate it any longer, she asked, "Are you done?" "Almost." "It's just a zipper. Why are you taking so long?" As Mia's words trailed off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from her waist, inch by inch. She drew in a deep breath, feeling her heart race.
Timothy stood behind Mia, leaning down to her ear as he whispered, "I've never assisted a woman with her dress like this before." Mia jerked her head in surprise, breaking free from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all that remarkable. You've never lenta hand with my attire!" Timothy fell into a contemplative silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive to you as I should have been." "Mr. Barrett, it's reassuring to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage of men who treatwell." With that, Mia adjusted her dress and briskly made her way back to the lobby.
There, she helped herself to a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling sensation, to say the least.
As Timothy emerged, he casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone who treats you well?" Turning around, Mia noticed Timothy lounging against the door frame, his usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor.
Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is well-known among elite circles for his greed and lust. I'm not oblivious to that." .
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"In that case, you'd better keep your distance from him in the future m Whenever you encounter him, make sure you have a bodyguard with you." .
"Are you that afraid of him?" .
"It's not him I'm worried about; it's your safety. Earlier, while you were changing in the lounge, Chuck om showed upwith lounge. two bodyguards and attempted to bribeto let him in. Can you imagine what he might have done if he had gotten inside?" .
Mia's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Are you serious?" "I have no reason to deceive you," Timothy replied earnestly.
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Mia's expression turned icy. "That fool has been overseas for years and only recently returned. It seems he returned severe still hasn't grasped the protocols among the elites here in Nord City." .
Putting on his sunglasses, Timothy informed, "It's tfor you to make your entrance." As Mia stepped out in her newly changed dress, she heard a woman's desperate cries for help echoing from the end of the hallway.
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