Chapter 45 The Practice

Cordelia certainly wasn't one for high heels. When needed, she'd opt for low-heeled shoes that accentuated her already gorgeous legs, even in flats. She never expected Benedict to be so particular about it. Pointing to a pair of 3.5-inch stilettos on the table, she glared at him with reproachful eyes. "You want me to walk in these?" "As long as you can handle walking in heels of this height, everything else is not a problem," Benedict lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, and spoke from a position of superiority. For some reason, when she mentioned leaving him to find other men earlier, it felt like a fire was ignited in his chest. Cordelia crossed her arms and hummed in protest, "I can walk on stilts. I could even wear 35-inch stilts at the wedding. There is no need to practice in heels." Benedict's cold gaze narrowed, emitting a dangerous glint. "Cordelia, do you see the wedding as your embarrassing stage? If you mess it up, we can end the marriage right there." Threatening words