Book TRK
Chapter 203
Chapter 203
His voice was just right, not too loud nor soft, but enough for everyone to hear.
The crowd exchanged knowing looks and even Larissa couldn’t help but smile.
Leanne bit her lip in frustration.
Perhaps sensing her embarrassment, Larissa chuckled and grabbed her arm. “Let’s go. and check out the clothes over there.”
Leanne had plenty of clothes from this brand, with new collections delivered straight to. her doorstep at Crystal Cove Villas every season.
But she had never bought them herself. The clothes indeed looked great, but the brand’s markup was steep. After a month of hard work, she couldn’t afford a single piece.
Originally, Larissa said they would shop for herself but picked out clothes for Leanne instead. Whenever she saw anything she thought would suit her, she’d ask the store attendant to bring it over for Leanne to try on.
Not to dampen her spirit, Leanne obediently tried on everything like a diligent model, wearing whatever Larissa handed her.
Her proportions were impeccable, making it hard to find fault in anything she tried on. Each piece she wore elicited the same praise like, “You look stunning. It’s the perfect fit as if it were made just for you. This one’s straight off the runway. You look even better
than the models.”
Growing up, Leanne never really noticed her beauty. She found it useless even when she became aware, making her immune to flattery.
The last piece was a black slip dress with delicate diamond-encrusted silver clasps on the straps and intricate beadwork that shimmered with every step.
The dress hugged her curves flawlessly, the naturally draped neckline accentuating her figure, leading to a smooth transition down to her hips.
Leanne rarely wore this kind of clothing, usually opting for whatever was professional and comfortable for work.
Larissa wasn’t on the couch anymore. Leanne thought the V-neck on the dress was too low-cut and tried to fix it up.
It was no use. The dress was designed to be sexy.
Curtis stood not too far away, hands in his pockets, exuding an effortless, aristocratic
charm
The store manager stood before him, overflowing with respect.
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Initially engaged in conversation, Curtis glanced at Leanne as she stepped out, his gaze. lingering.
With her head down, Leanne didn’t notice the attention she was drawing.
Curtis watched her fiddle with the neckline.
The dress was sexy but wasn’t overly so. The more Leanne fiddled with it, the more it invited imagination.
Leanne was slim, but her figure was voluptuous, her bust just the right size.
Curtis’ thoughts inadvertently wandered, his Adam’s apple bobbing unconsciously.
When catching Curtis’ gaze, the manager looked over as well.
Curtis’ previously casual demeanor turned icy as he glanced back. “Keep talking to me. Who are you looking at?”
The manager quickly averted his gaze, continuing, “Should we pack those bags and dresses you were looking at?”
His words barely registered to Curtis, who was preoccupied.
With an indifferent “Hmm,” Curtis strode over.
“Leanne, feeling a bit daring, are we?”
His voice dropping from above startled Leanne, her expression bewildered as she looked
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Curtis might not consider himself a gentleman, but he hadn’t meant to startle her. It was just that from his angle, the view was particularly enticing.
At home, it would have been a delightful surprise, but there, in the store, they weren’t alone.
Suddenly feeling more protective than usual, Curtis reached for a cashmere shawl on a nearby table and draped it over her shoulders.