Chapter 47

Wynnie was facing away from me. Her figure was elongated by the black fishtail gown. Her unblemished back and neck were exposed due to the stuck zip. Upon hearing me walk in, Wynnie turned around. Her gaze flitted around my chest. Only then did I realize that I hadn't buttoned my undershirt. My skin was beautifully contrasted against the black swan feathers. Wynnie withdrew the hand that had been fumbling at her back. She pushed me against the wall of the fitting room and leaned over. She asked, "Sebastian, you still care about me, right?" Her nails were clean and gorgeously shaped. It made her fingers look long and slender. Yet, her nails raked across my exposed skin, which made red lines appear across my chest. "Wynnie, this is a fitting room!" My words did not stop her. On the contrary, she grinned and asked, "So what if it is a fitting room? "We haven't tried doing it in a fitting room!" If I still loved her, I would've abandoned all thoughts of maintaining decor