Chapter 1365 Gilbert and Marigold (40)

At six in the evening, Gilbert's car arrived at the entrance of the villa. When he went in, the stylists had just let Marigold change into the dress. They were making their final adjustments. Gilbert looked at the woman in black standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes wavering. Although he refused to admit it, he was moved. "Mr. Hawthorn." Someone saw him and greeted him. Everyone else looked his way, including Marigold. The corners of Marigold's lips curved. "How do I look?" "Great." Gilbert had to admit that she was beautiful. Marigold was surprised to hear his compliment. She thought he would simply refuse to answer. The stylists kept on fussing around with her hair. Gilbert went behind her. From the mirror, he could see Marigold clearly. There was a youthful vigor to her beauty that made people want to fawn over her. His gaze trailed downward and stopped at her bare neck. "Her neck is too bare." "Don't worry, Mr. Hawthorn. We have prepared a necklace," a stylist