Chapter 931 He Tore the Wedding Dress
Jeremy's body radiated heat, and his unexpected strength left Olivia paralyzed with fear. Her red lipstick left a mark on the mirror.
Jeremy's cold eyes fixated on the lipstick stain before moving up to her tear-streaked face.
He let out a derisive laugh, his gaze icy and filled with disdain. "Why the tears? Aren't you excited to marry Sam? Wearing such a revealing wedding dress to impress him, Olivia, you've really hit rock bottom. You make me sick."
Her ears burned from his harsh words. She glanced down and saw Jeremy's large hand pressed against her chest.
The neckline of her dress was wide open, the beautiful curve of her chest almost spilling out.
She hadn't even looked at the dress style before putting it on, and now realized how revealing it was. She instinctively shook her head. "It's not what you think..."
"Take it off!" he demanded coldly, his eyes dark and menacing, perhaps from lack of sleep.
Olivia's eyes widened, not understanding why he had suddenly barged in and was saying these things.
"Need help?" His strong hand reached over, yanking the dress off her shoulder, his beautiful, narrow eyes burning red.
"Jeremy! What are you doing?"
Olivia screamed, feeling his anger and madness. She wasn't wearing anything underneath!
But he ignored her completely, the expensive wedding dress turning to shreds under his cold fingers.
Her shoulders and neck were exposed, the cool air hitting her skin. She couldn't bear to look at her increasingly exposed body.
She felt her dignity being crushed in his destructive grip.
"Jeremy, stop."
"Don't... touch me!"
Jeremy's strong body pinned her against the cold mirror until the wedding dress's train slipped off her ankles.
Now, only the thinnest layer of clothing covered her. Olivia was furious but powerless, tears streaming down her face.
"What are you even here for? To go crazy?"
"I am crazy!" His deep voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on her delicate curves. She had lost so much weight. His eyes turned red as he avoided looking at her stomach, remembering the child she carried, which only made him angrier. "Touch you? A filthy woman like you?"
Jeremy threw the wedding dress to the ground, and the spacious dressing room filled with its fabric. He coldly pulled out a tissue to wipe his fingers that had touched her skin, his eyes devoid of any desire or affection for her.
Jeremy walked to the curtain, his tall frame casting a shadow as light seeped in from outside.
The light highlighted Olivia's fragile, beautiful body even more.
He threw her clothes at her with a sneer.
"Clerk! Get this wedding dress out of here and throw it away!"
Olivia shivered as she dressed, tears in her eyes as she looked at him.
Jeremy's face, shadowed, looked even more terrifying.
She pressed her lips together, not wanting to argue with him at this critical moment, and said weakly, "I didn't know you were in this store too. Can I apologize? But I need a wedding dress. You don't have to humiliate me like this."
Jeremy ignored her, turning to leave, his tall, imposing figure exuding cold arrogance.
A clerk approached nervously, "Mr. DeRoss, Ms. Smith is trying on wedding dresses. Is there a particular style you don't like that we should discard?"
"The one in the fitting room."
As he walked, Jeremy pointed at various wedding dresses on the mannequins. "This one, and this one, all of them... send them to Rainie. She can choose any she likes!"
Olivia heard this from inside, clutching the curtain tightly, her face devoid of any expression.
The clerks hurriedly gathered the wedding dresses.
Jeremy reached the end of the row, his long fingers brushing over the last simple, high-necked white wedding dress with long sleeves and a fitted waist, the train reaching the ankles. His deep eyes lingered on it for a long time.
Jeremy left that one untouched.
He walked back to the sofa, sitting down with his long legs crossed.
Olivia walked out with her head down, seeing the empty mannequins on the display rack. She clenched her hands and asked, "Clerk, are there any wedding dresses left?"
The clerks exchanged glances. "Ms. Olivia Smith, all the styles have been sent to Ms. Lynn Smith. Only this one wasn't chosen by Mr. DeRoss."
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