Chapter 1289

Georgia's face turned crimson, her cheeks burning hot. For reasons she couldn't fully understand, the situation left her feeling... excited. Was she the kind of person who secretly enjoyed this? The thought made her blush even harder. She was the dignified daughter of the Turner family, for crying out loud, and here she was, enjoying the idea of being a maid. "Is this okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's passable. You're doing alright," Wyatt replied with a smirk, reaching out to touch the fabric of her outfit. "Did you buy this yourself?" "I... I ordered it online. Today's the first time I've worn it," she admitted, her voice so faint it was almost lost in the room. Wyatt felt a rush of heat as he looked her over. Forcing himself to stay composed, he said, "You'd better change back into your normal clothes. I don't trust myself not to do something I'll regret." Georgia lowered her head, biting her lip. Her cheeks grew even hotter. She knew