"Julian, I'm not a big fan of this style..."
"If you're going to be my woman, your taste in clothes will follow my style. Grow your hair out for me. Also..."
He leaned in, whispering in her ear in a voice only they could hear,
"...change the style and color of your underwear, too! I don't like anything so conservative!"
Naomi Shaw froze in his arms, but in the end, she still took the dress and went into the fitting room.
Naomi Shaw dawdled in the fitting room for a long time before finally emerging in the dress. The brand was world-renowned and the style was very fashionable. Its form-fitting, cinched-waist design made her waist look slender enough to be encircled by a single hand.
But she had a pure and delicate face, eyes that shimmered like placid water, and a clean, innocent air about her. The provocative style simply didn't suit her in anyone's eyes—including Julian Donovan's.
