Mason’s gaze slowly turned from the gown to Janet before he calmly said to the sales person, “83, 59, 78”.
Upon hearing that, the salesperson was stunned for a few seconds before understanding what he meant. “Alright, I understand.”
He looks handsome and seems rich, and more importantly, he remembers his girlfriend’s measurements. He’s such a good man. The salesperson couldn’t help but praise the man in her heart.
Janet was initially shopping for clothes when she suddenly heard a series of familiar figures from Mason.
A few seconds later, something clicked as she realized what the figures represented. Feeling speechless, she was sulking while glaring at him. How am I supposed to enjoy myself with him after this? He even knows my measurements? Is he a pervert?
Upon noticing her unusual glare, he quietly chuckled. She is… shy again.
After a while, the salesperson took a gown in Janet’s size from their storehouse and handed it to her.
Janet was at a loss for words and she initially intended to reject it, but the man persuaded her otherwise. “Just give it a try. We don’t have to buy it if it doesn’t suit you.”
As she stood rooted on the ground, she pinched the spot between her brows before taking the red gown into the changing room.
As Janet seldom wore dresses, she was in a dilemma—she discovered that she could not pull up the gown’s zipper. It was stuck halfway, landing in a state where she couldn’t wear it or even remove it.
“Miss.” She called for help while in the changing room, hoping that the salesperson could help her.
Unfortunately, after calling for a few times, it was as if everyone outside was dead—not even one person could hear her.
At that moment, the door to the changing room was slowly pushed open from outside.
Thinking that it was one of the female salespersons, she did not try to cover herself and calmly uttered, “Hello, can you please help me to pull the zipper at the back?”
Mason, who had waited outside for a long time, thought that Janet had finally gotten changed, but was instead greeted by a stunning view of her back. As if sculpted by the gods, she had a fair, delicate, yet toned back, leaving him breathless at the sight. In fact, he tried calling out for her a couple of times, but thanks to the soundproofed changing room, he never got a reply. Her luscious back was indeed breath-taking, causing a hint of astonishment to flash across his eyes. She is simply… gorgeous.
Upon realizing that the ‘salesperson’ behind her did not make any movement, Janet was prepared to turn and have a word with her.
Just when she was about to do so, he suddenly stepped forward and pulled the zipper at her back, speaking in a low and husky voice, “It’s me.”
Startled by his voice, she uncontrollably stepped backward.
Mason subconsciously gulped, as if he tried to grasp a moment or an opportunity for something. Gazing at Janet’s face in the mirror, his eyes were deep and enigmatic with a trace of appalling desire.
Janet was slightly stunned. Since they were inches from each other and their scent lingering with each other, it felt like they would burst into flames in the next second.
When the man completely pulled up the zipper, she took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror.
Just as she was about to turn, her waist was held, causing her to be immobile and her expression to change.
The man’s low voice was then heard. “Don’t move. Let me calm down.”
A stunned Janet was glued to the front of his chest as she listened to his wild heartbeat.
She deeply inhaled. Did I just turn him on…
They remained in the uncanny position for quite some time.
A few minutes later, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Have you calmed down?”
As Mason’s hands were on both sides of her ears, he inhaled her unique scent while his voice was low and sexy. “Yeah.”
She turned to glance at him; her eyes were piercing cold with hints of dissatisfaction.
As a matter of fact, she even intended to bite the man to his death. He keeps taking advantage of me…
Upon noticing her gaze, Mason let out a sigh of resignation, knowing that he was practically incurable—no matter what she was doing and where she was, his body would have some inexplicable reaction the moment he thought of her.
Outside the door, the salesperson kindly asked, “Miss, does the gown fit you?”
