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Because to him, Elsa was just a sister. He could never marry her.
With the bothersome fly driven out/and still five wedding dresses left to try, Lily naturally kept going.
The second gown was covered in smooth, lustrous pearls. The way the pearls caught the light was like soft moonlight. James didn’t even need to see her in it to know she’d look stunning.
When she stepped into the spacious fitting room-large as a bedroom-the two attendants carrying the dress started to follow her in. James stopped them.
“I’ll bring it to her.”
This bridal shop was part of Nancy’s brand, and James was the son of their owner. Of course, they didn’t dare refuse him. They handed him the gown respectfully.
Inside, Lily had just taken off her veil.
Hearing footsteps, she assumed it was the staff and spoke warmly. “Could you unzip the back for me? I…”
No one touched the zipper.
Instead, a hot, firm hand pressed against the bare skin of her back.
She jumped in shock.
Before she could say anything, his burning, possessive kiss crashed onto her lips.
“James, don’t…”
Her breath was stolen before she could finish. Lily wanted to cry from sheer exasperation.
At night he kissed her, in the morning he kissed her, before meals, after meals…
He’d already kissed her endlessly that morning-how was he still not done?
She struggled to move her lips enough to protest, her voice trembling. “You… be good… mmph…”
But the more she begged him to behave, the less he listened.
If she asked him to be gentle, he became fiercer.
Her voice quivered as she tried again. “There are people outside, they’ll hear…”
“They wouldn’t dare listen!”
James had no intention of stopping.
The staff knew better. The moment he took the gown, the manager had already dismissed them from the lounge. Now the two of them were shut away in the inner fitting room-no one outside could hear a thing.
Lily was speechless.
Even if no one was right next to them, kissing in a public shop still made her uncomfortable.
She was about to coax him into waiting until they got home when she heard his voice, rough and tinged with insecurity.
“Lily, you once wanted so badly to marry John, you even sewed your own wedding dress for him…”
So that was why he wouldn’t stop kissing her-he was jealous again.
Why was he always so jealous?
All because of that wretched John!
She didn’t dare confess that back then, when she’d been full of joy preparing for her wedding to John, she hadn’t just sewn a dress. She’d even hand-stitched a suit for him.
But instead of wearing it to marry her, he’d worn it to wed Elsa in a grand, romantic ceremony.
So she could only offer James a guilty little comfort. “I was too young back then. I mistook a little warmth for love.”
“I could make a gown myself, for o
“No need.” wedding…”
Every time James heard about the things she’d once done for John, his heart ached and soured.
But if his chest ached, the solution was simple: kiss her more. He could never bear to let her exhaust herself sewing anything again.
He pressed her tighter, deepening the kiss with reckless abandon. “Sewing a dress by hand would be too hard on you. Leave things like that to others.”
Too hard on her…
Lily’s eyes suddenly stung.
It was true-how could it ever be the same with different people?
To some, everything she gave was taken for granted, even used to court someone else.
But to others, her effort was precious-something they’d rather spare her from, just so she wouldn’t suffer.
Even if she still felt awkward about kissing in the fitting room, that warmth in her eyes sank deep into her heart. And with that warmth, she found herself unable to push him away.
Later, Lily gave up resisting altogether. Forget it, she thought bitterly. If he wants to kiss, then let him.
The moment James had entered the fitting room, the bridal shop staff had already begun making their own assumptions. Today was destined to be embarrassing anyway-what did a few more humiliations matter?
With that thought, she stopped trying to keep her distance. Rising on tiptoe, she let him taste her lips as much as he wanted.
As always, he didn’t stop until she was nearly breathless, breaking away only when both of them were panting.
The kiss had been far too long, far too heated. Lily’s face was flushed, her heart pounding wildly.
It took her a while to steady her breathing before she whispered, “I… I need to change dresses. You should step out.”
“I’ll help you with the zipper.”
No!
Changing out of such a heavy gown was easier with help, true. If it were one of the shop assistants, she wouldn’t mind.
But James? She knew his nature far too well. She’d be walking straight into the tiger’s jaws.
Before she could even voice her refusal, his hand had already pulled the zipper down her back.
The gown slid to the floor, pooling across the cashmere carpet in a sea of pure white.
The bright lights illuminated the sight before him. For a moment, James felt as though sunlight had fallen across untouched snow, dazzling and flawless, radiant in its beauty.
At first, his only thought had been to help her change, to keep himself from losing control and upsetting his little kitten.
But he had overestimated his self-control. By the time he came back to his senses, he had already stepped forward, hands roaming over that blinding whiteness, utterly undone.
“James, you…”
Lily wanted to bite him in frustration.
So she did-sinking her teeth lightly into his shoulder.
She thought it would make him stop. But the second her lips pressed to his skin, his throat tightened, his hands grew even bolder, completely losing their composure.
By the time they finally stepped out of the fitting room, Lily was mortified.
She was barely more than a month pregnant. They couldn’t go too far, of course. But they had been inside for nearly half an hour-who knew what the staff might be thinking?
When the makeup artist touched up her face and teased that her lips were so beautifully red she didn’t even need lipstick, Lily’s ears burned with shame.
Her lips were swollen from his endless kisses-of course they were red.
She had never been this humiliated in her life.
And when the artist covered the marks on her neck with foundation, smiling and joking about how sweet her relationship with James must be, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.
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