"Even if you don't like it, you still say you do, don't you?" Emma's tone carried a hint of irritation.
Her good mood had been completely ruined by him, and now he was pulling this strange stunt. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Who said I don't? I... I really do like it. That's all." A deep voice echoed through the room.
Wait—did she hear that right?
How could Liam possibly say he liked it?
Emma swallowed hard, still unable to believe it. "Really?"
Liam shot her a look but didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her in front of him and positioned her before the mirror.
His hands remained firmly on her shoulders, his gaze locked onto their reflection.
Emma turned her head blankly, staring at herself in the mirror.
Oh my God!
Was that graceful woman really her?
An angel's face with a devil's body.
No wonder...
No wonder Liam looked so satisfied.
She was practically falling in love with herself too!
"It's truly beautiful..." Liam spoke with genuine sincerity.
"Yeah, I feel so gorgeous I might as well be a fairy." Emma beamed with joy.
She hadn't expected the last wedding dress to surprise both her and Liam like this.
"I meant the dress is beautiful. Don't get too full of yourself..."
Emma: ...
Couldn't he just give her a compliment without ruining it? Seriously?
Emma reached out and swatted his hands off her shoulders. "Alright, I'll go change now. At least we're both happy with the final choice!"
She hadn't taken two steps before Liam grabbed her and pulled her back.
"What are you doing—" Before she could finish, his lips silenced hers.
"Mmph..." Emma tried to struggle, but he only pulled her closer.
What was he doing?
Huh?
With so many people watching, was this really appropriate?
Emma gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his arms.
She just wanted him to stop. Couldn't he behave?
But Liam ignored her completely, scooping her up and heading straight for the fitting room!
Panic surged through Emma. What was this jerk doing?
They were in someone else's store.
And...
The fitting room?
Hadn't there been a huge scandal just a while ago in a famous brand's fitting room?
Oh God, she did not want to make headlines here.
"Help—"
...
Every employee in the shop stood frozen in shock.
Was the young master and his lady really this shameless with their affection?
The two salesgirls exchanged awkward glances. Who would dare step in and stop the CEO?
They read the conclusion in each other's eyes.
Let them be. They had money. They could do whatever they wanted.
The moment the fitting room door clicked shut, Emma felt almost desperate.
He set her down, and his whole body pressed toward her.
"Liam... don't do this. You'll ruin the dress..." Emma pushed against his chest, barely managing to get the words out.
"Don't worry. Your husband can afford it."
Money wasn't the issue. He had plenty. Even if she tore the entire shop down, it wouldn't put a dent in his wallet.
"No... What are you doing? This is indecent!" Emma's voice rose with panic.
"A newlywed husband can't resist his beautiful bride and wants to do something... What law have I broken, hmm?" Liam's husky voice sent a flush of heat through the room.
"Bah! We're obviously..." Not a real couple!
The last words died in Emma's throat.
The soundproofing here was terrible. If she said something she shouldn't, it would be a disaster.
So she had no choice but to swallow her words.
"Let's talk about this when we get home, honey. Please." Emma spoke while increasing the pressure of her nails.
She pinched his arm hard, and he winced in pain.
Despite that, Liam didn't let go. He slowly set her down, took a few steps back, and then cornered her against the wall. "What's there to be shy about? Sooner or later, you'll be mine..."
With that, he lowered his head and gently bit her shoulder.
The atmosphere shifted. The earlier coldness vanished, replaced by a thick, suffocating intimacy.
Emma grabbed her clothes and held them against her body awkwardly. "You said I'd be yours sooner or later. What's the rush? We're not even married yet... right?"
"So? Is it okay if we get married first?" Liam asked, his tone teasing.
"Of course not... you jerk!" Emma was terrified by his expression.
What should she do?
Liam was being such a brute. For no reason at all.
Couldn't even trying on a wedding dress be peaceful?
"Alright, give me a kiss, and I'll let you go..."
Again!
Last time, when she was eating wontons, he had threatened and coaxed her just like this.
Emma sighed silently. "You'd better keep your word. Liars are dogs."
Liam nodded with satisfaction. How could Emma ever be a match for him?
Nine times out of ten, things never went as planned.
Emma bit her lip, lifted her skirt slightly, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and pressed a quick kiss to his thin lips.
Throughout it all, Liam kept his hands in his pockets, watching her intently.
To be honest...
For a moment, he enjoyed this kind of life.
A beautiful bride, a graceful figure, and that tempting, bewitching kiss mark...
No man could resist such a charm.
Even though Liam was born noble and usually indifferent, he couldn't escape this allure.
The moment Emma's lips left his, he couldn't help but lean forward, gently cupping her pale cheek and kissing her deeply.
Emma froze instantly.
Sure enough, a man's word was never trustworthy.
But this kiss... was actually gentle enough to make her heart flutter?
Illusion. It had to be an illusion!
She had seen Liam like this so many times. It was nothing new.
People who lived under the same roof couldn't avoid taking advantage of each other.
Forget it. She just had to endure it.
Emma's fingers gripped her skirt tightly, her heart pounding with nervousness, but she forced herself to stay calm.
It seemed that since she had been with Liam, her acting skills had improved.
...
Emma changed out of the dress. When she stepped out of the fitting room, Charlotte mischievously ran over and linked arms with her. "Young lady, the young master has really good taste. That last wedding dress was absolutely stunning."