Chapter 68: Let me help me remove your gown

Chapter 68: Let me help me remove your gown Luther’s Mansion, the backyard. Sinclair stood in the shadows, his deep gaze was fixated intently on a sight not too far away. A lady, wearing a wine-red dress, was standing in a garden full of white roses, watering them. Her white skin blended seamlessly with the petals of the roses. A faint smile adorned her delicate and beautiful face. The sun rays that refracted onto her body made her appear more vivid and lively. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful. Quite the opposite of the darkness that he was in. Sinclair’s face showed no emotion while a dark aura emanated from his body, almost as if he had become one with the shadows beneath him. Just then... It was like Camilla suddenly sensed something. She looked up and gazed towards the area where Sinclair was standing. "Sweetheart." She immediately put down whatever she was holding and walked quickly towards Sinclair; her fair and lovely face was full of brilliant smiles. "Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for quite some time." Camilla extended her hand to grasp Sinclair’s hand, stepping out of the shadows. "These past few days, you’ve been so busy that you didn’t get the chance to see the flowers I had planted especially for you." The warmth in the palm of her hand seeped clearly into his, and the chill in Sinclair’s eyes slightly diminished. "White roses are my favorite flower," Camilla’s eyes were curved as she looked at Sinclair, softly saying, "Their floral language is, I will always love you." Actually, apart from this, there was another interpretation-- willing to give everything for you. However, this was suitable for the roses that Sinclair from her past life planted for her, not suitable for now. So, Camilla intentionally ignored it. Will she love him forever? As Sinclair looked at the white roses before him, he couldn’t help but recall Mr. Luna’s words. "You, monsters with bloodied brutality in your bones, are naturally unworthy of love." Which one, was the truth? "Sweetheart," Noticing something off about Sinclair’s mood, Camilla’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly. "Do you not like these flowers?" Sinclair didn’t respond, his dark narrow eyes were firmly gazing at Camilla. It seems he was attempting to discern something from the warmth in her eyes, yet fearing what he might discover. Fortunately, Apart from his reflection, there wasn’t anything else. "It’s okay, if you don’t like them, then I won’t like them either," Camilla said, grabbing Sinclair’s hand, with a serious look on her face. "I’ll immediately have the gardener removed...." "I like them," Sinclair drew Camilla into his arms, his deep muted voice seemingly hiding a slew of emotions. "Anything that Camilla likes, I like. " As he breathed in the sweet fragrance she emitted, his grip around Camilla’s arm tightened further. As if he wanted to draw in the warmth in his embrace a bit closer, even closer. Even to the point where it fused directly into his blood and bones. Camilla was slightly out of breath, but she didn’t show it. Without hesitation, she reached out her hand, tightly embracing Sinclair. She could clearly feel that Sinclair seemed to be confirming something. Could it be... language of flowers? "Sinclair, I pledge to you, no matter what happens, I will always be with you." Camilla’s hand gently stroked the man’s back, her sweet, soft voice revealing an unwavering resolve. "Nothing, no person, no event, can be the reason for our separation." "And, as for my love for you, you can always double-check with me anytime." In this world, there isn’t as much ’love that is felt but not expressed.’ Love, is simply love. Clear and firm love is what gives people peace of mind. "Mm, I understand." Sinclair’s world suddenly calmed down. Half an hour later. A black SUV drove out from the Luther mansion. "Sweetheart," Camilla leaned into Sinclair’s embrace, speaking softly. "Actually, I could ask Tiffany to accompany me to try on the evening dresses." She didn’t want to waste Sinclair’s time; otherwise, he would have to work late into the night again. Sinclair played with his wife’s soft and white fingers, speaking gently. "Isn’t it good that I accompany you?" "Of course it is," Camilla laughed. "But isn’t the company busy?" Sinclair was quite indifferent. "Not busy." Ramsey, who was driving: .... Boss, are you serious? "Well then, that’s good," Camilla nestled into the man’s arms again, revealing a sweet expression through her eyes and eyebrows. Soon, the car stopped in front of a towering building. UNIQUE. The chief designer Steven, with his shoulder-length hair, and a few assistants had already received the news and were waiting downstairs. Seeing Sinclair and Camilla getting out of the car, they immediately greeted them with smiles. These two were their major clients who brought them half a year’s worth of business from just one transaction. "Mr. Luther, Mrs. Luther," Steven greeted with a smile. "The costumes that were prepared for you are already in the Supreme VIP dressing room on the top floor. I will take you there now." Sinclair, with Camilla’s waist in his arm, appeared indifferent. Camilla smiled and nodded. Under Steven’s guidance, the group stepped into the elevator. No one noticed. Not too far away, in a baby pink Porsche, a woman was gloomily watching their retreating figures. Damn, he was even personally accompanying this little bitch to try clothes! "The more you care about her, the more I want to destroy her!!" Her eyes narrowing slightly, a sinister plan began to take shape in her mind. The top floor. In a bright and spacious room, several elegant and luxurious dresses were displayed that managed to remain low-key. Each one showcased the meticulous design concepts and thoughtfulness of the designer. No woman could resist beautiful clothes. And Camilla was no exception. "Mrs. Luther, these were all designed according to your requirements and measurements," Steven smiled and said. "You can try them first. If there is anything that is not to your liking, I can help you alter it." What is high-couture? It places the customer’s preferences foremost. "Okay," Camilla looked over at the white fish-tail backless dress beside her. "Then I will try this one first." Steven nodded with a smile. Immediately, a female assistant came forward and helped Camilla remove her gown. "Mrs. Luther, let’s go inside to help you," Camilla was about to nod. The gown was indeed hard to wear. However, a cold voice interrupted, "No need, all of you, leave." Sinclair took over the gown, holding it himself. Camilla bit her lip, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes. The assistant was taken aback, looking towards Steven. Does Mr. Luther dislike so many people watching Mrs. Luther? Steven nodded, "Leave." Without a choice, the assistants had to leave. Steven, wearing a smile, turned his gaze to Sinclair. This time, are you satisfied? Sinclair was still motionless, his eyes looked at him with displeasure. Steven returned his gaze in confusion. In the air, an awkward atmosphere was permeating. Couldn’t he see? CEO Luther clearly wants everyone to leave. Ramsey immediately stepped forward, grabbing Steven’s hand. "As long as CEO Luther is here, we should step out and wait." "But..." Steven was about to speak again. "There are no ’buts’," Ramsey forcefully dragged Steven out and closed the door. If you protest any further, you risk losing a major client forever. Steven looked helpless. But, he is the designer of the evening gown. If he doesn’t see it, how would he know if the gown fits Mrs. Luther? Inside the room. "Sinclair, formal wear is tough to put on," Camilla said with a helpless smile on her face. "You’ve sent everyone away, what will I do when I need help?" "I’ll help you," Sinclair, gently said. He doesn’t like others gazing at Camilla, and likes it even less when they touch her. Regardless of gender. Country site villa. "This is something mom prepared for you," The woman put a transparent pill from her hand on the table. "Keep it safe."