NovelKindle- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
“I washed it!” Cordelia said hurriedly. “I promise it’s clean! There’s nothing wrong with it!”
“Hah, you washed it?” the sales assistant scoffed. “Miss, why’d you wash it when you only rented it for
a day? You rented it to get married, not to farm, right?”
Cordelia, who was embarrassed, flushed.
The conditions during her wedding had actually not been too different from farming conditions. She had
walked the muddy village paths in the rain, soiling her white wedding dress and shoes, as well as
chafing her feet.
The sales assistant flipped the skirt of the wedding dress repeatedly and threw Cordelia dirty looks.
“Miss, even if you wash this washing dress, you have to dry wash it!
“Do you even know what dry washing means?”
The sales assistant intentionally mocked her upon seeing how naïve she was. “Sigh, our wedding
gowns have been sold one after another since we opened for business. This is the first time we rented
one… Hah, don’t get married if you can’t even afford a dress!”
“Can’t one get married without buying a wedding dress? Is there a law against it?”
Cordelia turned around in surprise upon hearing the sudden stern voice and saw Marcus walk in. It was
as if the air had frosted around his eyes, and he oozed an authoritative presence.
There was a slight frown on his face as he approached Cordelia and naturally wound an arm around
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther. He snorted at the sales assistant, “Do you think people are blind enough to miss the huge
‘wedding dresses for rent’ sign in your shop?”
“You—”
“Besides, the styles you have here are average, and the quality is not exactly fine. There’s no need to
buy one back!”
The sales assistant nearly rolled her eyes. “Just admit that you can’t afford one! Picking a fight with us
is… Hah… We have designer haute couture too!”
Marcus raised a brow and caught a glimpse of the wedding dress on the mannequin in the center of the
hall. It was a fishtail dress that would accentuate one’s figure. There was golden thread sewn discreetly
in it, as well as scattered diamantes in the chest area.
The design stood out relatively but could not be compared to the nice things he had seen in the past.
“Pft, stop eyeing the dress!” the sales assistant snapped, “You won’t be able to afford it no matter how
much you look! Sigh, miss, I feel bad for you. You’re so pretty, yet you didn’t pick properly before you
got married. What a waste of this pretty face!”
“Whatever’s between me and my husband is nothing for an outsider like you to comment on!”
Marcus jolted. The little woman had always been docile and nice, but she was currently arguing
aggressively.
Cordelia took a step forward, glaring at the sales assistant. “I can take the wedding dress to the dry
cleaner and bring it back. But you have to apologize to my husband for what you said!”
“What?”
Cordelia was nice—depending on the person speaking to her. She could endure it when others bullied
her, but if people around her were bullied, she would fight with everything she had—even when that
was her husband, who she had never met and had just gotten married to.
Her face was flushed as she repeated herself. “I said, apologize to my husband!”
The sales assistant rolled her eyes at her and ignored her.
“I don’t need an apology,” Marcus said with a smirk as he looked at her.
“Do you like that wedding dress?”
“Huh?”
Cordelia followed the direction of his finger and saw the wedding dress glimmering in gold right in the
center of the boutique. She was enchanted, but she did not understand what the man wanted to do.
Marcus still had a smirk on his face when he pulled out a card and placed it on the counter. “My wife
likes that dress. I’ll take it.”
It felt like the air suddenly froze. The sales assistant stared at them wide-eyed, and Cordelia was at a
loss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Marcus, what are you doing…” Cordelia tugged at the man’s sleeve and reminded him softly, “We’re
already married!”
“We can still get one as a keepsake,” Marcus replied. “That’s designer haute couture, so it requires a
fitting. Does your place have specialized staff for that?”
Then, the sales assistant broke out of her reverie and put on a pandering grin. Her hands clenched
each other as she bowed respectfully.
“Sir, are you really taking it?”
“Yes, take my wife’s measurements now.”
“I’ll call the designer then…”
“Miss,” Marcus said with a raised eyebrow. “Can’t you do it?”
The sales assistant went rigid.
“I don’t want it if you’re not the one taking the measurements.”
The sales assistant started panicking a little in front of this man with the powerful presence. A purchase
like this was rare, and she had a duty to measure the customers, so she went over to Cordelia after
retrieving the measuring tape.
“Miss, I’ll—”
“Will you be able to measure the skirt like this?” Marcus scoffed as he trained his dark gaze on the
sales assistant.
“To measure the skirt, you have to get on your knees!”
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
