The first dress featured a thigh-high slit; the second one had an open waist design; the third dress came with a halter design; the fourth dress had a V-neckline that plunged all the way to the belly button.
While the man found that the fourth dress was borderline flagrant, he held back from making a remark. However, by the time his eyes landed on the fifth dress, his jaw dropped.
The mermaid dress was tailored to accentuate a flattering hourglass figure with a bodice that was designed to accentuate a woman’s bosom. Just the mere thought of it made him cross his legs in an attempt to hide any physical reaction in the lower half of his body.
He would much rather be the only person to see her in those kinds of dresses. If she were to appear in the same garment in front of hundreds of others, there was no guarantee that he could keep his head—he could lose control and detonate the venue in which the banquet would be held. She had already pushed his buttons once with the dress that she wore for the previous New Year’s Eve performance; he did not want it to happen again.
When Mason did not respond, Janet opened her eyes and let her gaze fall on the drawing. She then playfully teased, “I think all the designs are pretty great, but the fifth one with the mermaid-cut is impressive!”
Upon hearing her words, White Python nodded and acknowledged, “I’ll make arrangements with the company’s fashion designer and have her make the dress for you.”
“She won’t be making anything,” Mason interjected coldly with a deep and ominous voice. He clenched his fist around the drawing, effectively crumpling it.
At the sight of that, White Python took several steps back. His face was twisted into a look of mute despair. He lifted his eyes and saw the mischievous look on Janet’s face before realizing that he had fallen into her trap. He shuddered as he thought, How could she be so sinister? She’s laying snares in her words!
“You can leave now.” Janet calmly addressed White Python as she assessed his face with an impish gleam in her eyes. After he left, she let out a small laugh and mused. “I was only joking.” For Heavens’ sake, why is he getting all worked up for?
Although it slightly cheered her up to see Mason angry like that, she knew it would not do her lungs any favor if she was exasperated for the entire day.
“Hmm?” She could hear the smirk in his voice that only made him sound more seductive and he leaned closer to her. His warm breath tickled her neck as he drawled, “Do you like seeing me angry?”
There was nothing that he could do about the woman in front of him; he often found himself helpless as she mercilessly teased him or when she tried to make him jealous every once in a while.
Janet retracted her neck and she tried to change the subject. “I do not.” She tucked her legs beneath her and picked up her phone while mumbling, “I’ll design my own evening dress for the banquet.” After all, there was no time for any of the dresses to be redesigned. Seeing that she was free for the next couple of days, she could make good use of her time.
When Mason saw that she meant what she said, he pursed his lips and stepped away from her. He then sternly ordered, “The dress must cover your arms, your thighs, your chest, your waist and your back!”
Janet blinked in speechlessness. By the sound of it, she was covering her entire body and it would be pointless for her to come up with a design. Why should I go through all that trouble when I could easily show up in a burlap sack instead? She ignored his words and began to sketch the outline of her design on her phone.
Fifteen minutes had passed before Janet handed her phone to Mason for him to review the sketching. She bit her lip and said, “Take a look at this and see whether the design is up to your taste.” The dress that she envisioned had enough concealment and she made sure that it would cover all the important bits.
Mason took the phone. A satisfied look passed over his face as he appraised the design of the cheongsam displayed on the screen and he nodded in silent approval. Most of her arms and legs would be covered up, so she would neither show too much of her skin nor catch a cold during the banquet.
“I approve it,” Mason declared as the corners of his mouth tipped up into a smile. He paused as a sudden realization dawned upon him and he turned to ask. “Isn’t it too fast to come up with a design sketch within fifteen minutes?”
Even the director of Lowry Family Conglomerate’s fashion design department needed half a day to come up with a sketch. How is it possible that Janet can do the same thing in just fifteen minutes?
“I picked up fashion designing for a while back in the day,” Janet answered in a flippant tone as she leaned lazily into the couch.
Mason smiled ever so slightly at her words. When he gazed at her, his eyes were full of love and adoration.
