Emma Johnson's demeanor was the complete opposite of Liam Williams'. She gave a gentle nod, a beautiful curve forming at the corner of her lips. Though she didn't speak, her approachable expression put everyone at ease.
After a few steps, the saleswoman suggested, "Mr. Williams, your suit has arrived. Would you like to try it on first? Your wife still has more styles to look at, and she can only try them on after the interview."
"Alright, that sounds good..." Emma didn't wait for him to respond, speaking up ahead of him.
Liam opened his mouth. He had wanted to say they could just make it according to his previous measurements, so there was no need to try it on.
After all, didn't all men's suits look the same?
He wore one every day, anyway.
This woman hadn't given him a chance to speak at all.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the clothes were ready.
Liam took his suit and headed into the fitting room. After a few steps, he stopped at the door, turned around, and said coldly, "Aren't you planning to come in and help?"
He looked at Emma, implying that since she wanted to see it so badly, he'd give her the chance to see her fill.
"Huh? Isn't there someone here to help you change? Why are you calling me?" Emma shot him a look. This man was...
"Except for my wife, I won't let any other woman see me. Come on, come in."
Emma was speechless.
When had she ever said she wanted to see it?
Besides, it wasn't like she hadn't seen it before. What was there to see?
When had Liam become so narcissistic?
Though she was extremely reluctant, with so many people watching...
Wouldn't it be bad to refuse him to his face?
With a warm smile plastered on her face, Emma walked toward Liam, her steps measured. "Change clothes, then. Who's afraid of who..."
Seeing her like this, the gloom on Liam's face gradually dissipated, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile.
Not afraid?
She was a coward. Every time he took off a few pieces of clothing himself, she was always scared and flustered.
In the fitting room.
Liam took off his clothes one by one in front of her, revealing his incredibly sexy physique.
Unexpectedly, after seeing his body so many times, Emma still blushed...
This wasn't scientific!
Shouldn't she be used to it by now?
"Cough... Well, what do you need me to do?" Emma blushed so deeply that her voice began to sound unnatural.
"Just watch..."
A low, uninhibited voice sounded in her ear.
...
Could he be any more boring?
Emma's heart was breaking. Was she sick?
He was the one who said he needed help, and now he was the one saying she should just watch?
Should the schizophrenia be this obvious? Hello!
Emma tried her best to control the anger building inside her.
Don't get mad. Don't get mad.
This was the time to test her endurance.
Suppressing the urge to hit him, Emma looked at him attentively.
"Liam... I think it looks good. You wear this suit..."
"I didn't ask for your opinion. I'll decide for myself. I'm not blind..." At this moment, Liam had already put on his trousers and shirt, and was raising his hand to button up his white shirt one by one.
"Liam... Are you sick? Why did you call me in here? Just to talk? Do you have to be so domineering and boring?"
Emma was furious with him.
Besides, as his wife, what was wrong with her giving advice on his wedding suit?
He decided for himself?
Then why call her in?
Emma glared at him viciously. She really couldn't communicate with this man.
She puffed open the door of the fitting room, walked to the edge of the sofa, and sat down, full of anger.
Seeing her come out, Charlotte asked curiously, "Miss, has the young master tried on his clothes?"
"I don't know..." She said without any good grace. "Charlotte, let's go look at the wedding dresses first. Anyway, there are people watching here."
With that, Emma got up and went up to the second floor under the guidance of the beautiful saleswoman.
As soon as she entered the door, she could see a sea of snow-white.
It was like falling into a fairy tale world.
The entire second floor was filled with all kinds of wedding dresses. Under the bright lights, their beauty was breathtaking.
"Mrs. Williams, these are our new models for this year. Those on the right are limited editions. There is only one of each model in the world. Would you like to take a look?" the saleswoman beside her said with a smile.
Limited editions!
It was the first time Emma had seen so many beautiful wedding dresses. "Too beautiful" wasn't enough to describe them, was it? "Okay, let's go take a look..."
A wedding dress was the most beautiful fantasy of every girl.
All her unhappiness was completely forgotten.
At this moment, her mind only had three words: buy!
Anyway, Liam was so rich. Even if it was a limited edition, he wouldn't blink an eye before agreeing.
Emma walked briskly to the limited edition area.
"Can I try one on first?" Emma's eyes sparkled with longing.
In fact, even if she didn't buy such a beautiful wedding dress... it was fun to just try it on, wasn't it?
"Yes, Madam. Because Mr. Liam Williams is a VIP in our shop, you can try on all the clothes here." It was still that sweet voice.
"Oh... That's great. I want this one... this one, and the one up there..." Emma ordered seven or eight pieces at once, all with completely different styles.
The only thing was that every wedding dress was super expensive!
Just now, Emma had accidentally glanced at the price tag. It started with a 9, and there seemed to be five zeros behind it...
Hundreds of thousands, or even millions, for a wedding dress... It was the first time she had seen such a thing.
Charlotte was stunned. "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful wedding dress. Miss, go and try one on. I can't wait to see it."
"I know. Be patient."
Emma said and walked into the fitting room.
...
Ten minutes later.
The door of the fitting room slowly opened, and Emma appeared in front of them wearing a long-tailed wedding dress with a European and American style.
By this time, Liam had already changed his clothes and come upstairs.
Just now, he had been looking down at the magazine in his hand. When he heard a sound, he looked up at Emma, frowning slightly.
"It's beautiful, Miss. It's beautiful..." Charlotte couldn't help running to her and praising her.
The two saleswomen around also echoed, "This wedding dress suits your wife's elegant and noble temperament very well."
"Really? I think so too..." Emma smiled and looked at the beautiful woman in the large floor mirror. Was that really her?
Wearing this wedding dress, all the dreams of her girlhood seemed to have come true.