"Um..." Sophie stamred a bit, "Just pretend I didn’t say anything, I’ll go try it on right away."
She picked up the dress and headed towards the fitting room.
He kept his head down, unable to hide the disappointnt in his eyes.
In a short while, Irene ca out wearing the dress.
"Hey, where’s Sister Sophie? Didn’t she say she’d help check the dress? Where did she go?" Irene walked up to Asher, holding the hem of her dress, and showed a sweet smile, "Brother Asher, how is it? Does it look good?"
"Mm." His tone was sowhat perfunctory, and Irene imdiately noticed it.
About ten minutes later, Sophie also ca out of the fitting room, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards her...
Her beauty always managed to astonish him.
A simple champagne-colored one-shoulder gown, with a fitted waist, elegant and slim, worn on her, always had a captivating allure that made it hard for people to look away.
He walked over slowly, letting down her hair that was casually tied at the back, and slightly tidied it up for her.
"Letting your hair down looks better."
Everyone in the store was stunned by his thoughtful gesture, even Irene felt that what he did wasn’t for anyone to see, it was just a habitual action.
He habitually gazed at her with indulgence, habitually treated her well; perhaps in his heart, loving her, spoiling her, was simply a habit.
"Oh..." Sophie dodged his hand, not wanting Irene to misunderstand.
"Then I’ll buy this one, using your card." When no one was paying attention to them, she said softly beside him, and after that, she flashed a mischievous smile at him.
Honestly, sotis he felt he didn’t understand her, even though she knew he would be engaged to Irene, she always acted as if she didn’t care. He really wanted to walk into her heart and see what she was thinking.
"Sophie, you’ll wait for , right?" He looked down, his voice tinged with indescribable sorrow, really afraid that she would leave just like that.
He was trying very hard to break free from the old man’s control, believing that sooner or later he could walk out, just not knowing when that mont cos, whether she’d still be there waiting for him.
If she’s not there, then everything he’s done will be aningless.
Her fingers tightened around the skirt of her dress, she considered his question without hesitation, almost the mont his voice fell, she looked up and replied, word by word.
"Of course I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, I believe you can take Alexander and away."
She wanted to return to Eastern City, to live as she did before, where no one wholeheartedly wants to separate them, and he wouldn’t be hurt because of her.
Now, she wouldn’t quarrel with him over so so-called issues, even though that day she personally saw him with Irene, she knew everything he did was for her good.
Now he is about to be engaged to Irene, and she still chooses to trust him unconditionally.
She has confidence in their relationship; love itself requires a firm and unwavering belief in each other, doesn’t it?
"Thank you, Sophie." The corners of his lips relaxed, his once cold eyes softened instantly, "Don’t worry, the day I take you and Alexander away won’t be too far away."
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