?Chapter 113:


    “Big shopping trip?” William’s smooth, teasing voice drifted over.


    Ste replied softly, “Yeah.”


    “How many outfits did you end up with? Why don’t you try them on for me?”


    She hesitated at the foot of the stairs, confused. “Why would I do that?” She was already worn out from hours of fitting room marathons.


    William leaned back with azy, knowing smile. “You’re representing Neb now, and Steven’s well aware you’re tied to me. I just want to make sure you look the part.”


    Ste pursed her lips, silently questioning whether her fashion sense really worried him that much.


    Still, she carried her bags upstairs, resigned.


    She emerged in her first new outfit—a champagne-hued dress with a luminous sheen. Delicate pearls trimmed the slender straps, drawing elegant attention to her swan-like neck.


    William’s gaze lingered on Ste as she paused before him, the faintest shift of his Adam’s apple betraying his attention.


    Her hair spilled down her back in glossy waves, catching the light and swaying as she moved—a quiet but undeniable allure.


    With a casual twirl, she opened her arms wide and sought his opinion.


    “What do you think of this one? Not too embarrassing, right?” William’s expression barely shifted. “It’s fine.”


    She arched a brow, unimpressed. “Fine?”


    As she turned away, Ste shot him a pointed look, silently criticizing hisck of taste. This dress was effortlessly morous, and all he could muster was “fine”?


    After that, she cycled through a few more options—each dress hugging her figure in its own way, with only minor variations in shade and cut. Finally, she reappeared in herst choice: a tailored pencil skirt paired with a crisp, light-blue sniped shirt.


    It was standard office attire, but Ste wore it with a confidence that made it maic—her slim calves glimpsed beneath the hem, every movement quietly tempting.


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    William lounged back, pretending indifference as his eyes lingered on her longer than he intended. He quickly looked away, but curiosity got the better of him, and he nced back just as fast.


    “Did you buy that a size too small?” he inquired, his tone deliberately casual.


    Ste’s lips curled in a dry, knowing smile. “I think I know my own size better than you do.”


    William was certain the fit was perfect—but that wasn’t the problem. The real issue was how daring the dress looked on her.


    Ste spun once more, giving him a full view of the outfit before shooting a look over her shoulder. “Finished staring? Can I go to bed now?”


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