Chapter 281 Seraphina Dresses Dashiell
"Alaric, who are you calling a ghost?" Seraphina was so angry she could almost spit blood.
Seraphina thought, 'What right does Alaric have to call me that?'
Alaric said, "Whoever's foolish was a ghost."
"You're the stupid one; your whole family is stupid!" Seraphina was about to explode; she was so agitated.
Alaric said, "If you're not stupid, then go change Dashiell's clothes."
"I won't!" Seraphina was the type who wouldn't yield to force.
Alaric's face darkened slightly.
"No need." Dashiell quickly intervened, "She can help me."
He casually pointed to a female staff member.
The female staff member didn't dare to speak at all, and when she was suddenly pointed out, she quickly said, "Okay, I'll help you change your clothes."
Saying that, she moved forward to push Dashiell's wheelchair.
At this moment, Cecilia had also changed into a black dress and walked out. It was clear she had heard their argument in the dressing room.
She said to Seraphina, "You go help Dashiell change."
Seraphina asked, "Why should I?"
Cecilia said, "Because your tied the knot!"
Seraphina looked aggrieved.
But from childhood to adulthood, she could never win against Cecilia.
Basically, for big or small matters, as long as Cecilia said it, she would listen to Cecilia.
"Good girl, hurry up, we'll wait for you." Cecilia urged.
Seraphina pouted, unhappily pushing Dashiell into the dressing room.
In the suddenly enclosed space, Seraphina felt a bit awkward.
Dashiell said, "I can dress the shirt, but the pants will be troublesome."
Seraphina didn't say anything.
Dashiell didn't say more, either.
He knew she didn't want to talk with him.
He lowered his head and started taking off his shirt.
Seraphina had initially turned her head to the side.
For some reason, she turned back to take a look.
She saw that the bruises on Dashiell's body were gone.
His skin was really paler than a woman's.
She couldn't help but wonder where Dashiell's muscles came from.
He never seemed to exercise, and he had the air of a frail young man.
She thought, 'Is it just a gift from the heavens?'
The more she thought about it, the more unfair it seemed.
Seraphina couldn't take her eyes off Dashiell.
Watching him change from his shirt into a perfectly tailored suit jacket only made her more curious.
"Seraphina," Dashiell called out.
Seraphina snapped back to reality.
Her face flushed suddenly.
She thought, 'Have I really been so engrossed?
'I wish I can outgrow my habit of admiring handsome men. At least, I need to stop with Dashiell!'
Flustered, she snapped, "I didn't ask you to call me Seraphina!"
Dashiell pursed his lips slightly. "Seraphina, could you help me change my pants?"
"If only I'd brought my little helper along," Seraphina grumbled.
She moved over and crouched to help him with his trousers.
Given that Dashiell was sitting in a wheelchair, it was awkward for her.
Plus, with his weight, it was a struggle to support him.
They wrestled with the task for a long while.
Finally, Seraphina managed to get his outer pants off and put on a pair of black trousers.
By the end of it, she was sweating buckets.
She couldn't believe she'd ended up in a situation where she was helping someone dress.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up.
As she did, she noticed a suspicious flush on Dashiell's face and an unusually rapid breath.
She thought, 'What is going on?'
Her gaze dropped, and she saw that her strapless dress had slid down to reveal a bit too much.
Seraphina quickly covered her chest with her hand. "Dashiell, what are you looking at?!"
Dashiell quickly averted his eyes.
Caught in the act, his face turned beet red.
"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" Seraphina snapped, feeling deeply wronged.
She felt like she had been taken advantage of by Dashiell.
"I'm so sorry," Dashiell apologized.
His sudden apology left Seraphina speechless, a lump caught in her throat.
Dashiell had that kind of face—innocent and easy to pity. His apologetic expression made it hard for her to stay mad.
Actually, Dashiell had wanted to remind her earlier.
But seeing her work so hard to help him, he admitted he was a bit curious, made him hesitant. Seeing her disgust now, he felt a pang of regret.
For Seraphina, they weren't even close to being a couple. They weren't even friends.
Being scrutinized by a man she barely knew was infuriating.
After dressing herself again, she was ready to storm out.
"…Seraphina," Dashiell called out.
"What now!" she snapped, clearly annoyed.
"Maybe you should change into a different dress," he suggested, noting how easily her current outfit could reveal too much.
She was puzzled. "Why?"
She really liked that dress.
"If it falls down during the event…"
"It won't!" Seraphina said firmly. "I wasn't paying attention before, but now that I am, it won't happen again."
Dashiell was about to say more, but Seraphina had already left.
He wanted to point out that the dress wasn't just prone to falling—it revealed a bit too much.
But their relationship wasn't like Alaric and Cecilia's; he didn't have the right to dictate what Seraphina wore.
Dashiell pushed his wheelchair out of the dressing room.
As he exited, he saw that Cecilia and Seraphina had gone to the makeup area.
He made his way to the lounge where Alaric was sitting.
Alaric looked up from a magazine. "Where's your bowtie?"
"Right here." Dashiell pulled it from his suit pocket.
Alaric took it from him and began tying it.
The makeup area was open, and from their seats, Seraphina and Cecilia could see Alaric and Dashiell in the lounge.
"I feel like these two are so well matched," Seraphina remarked suddenly.
Cecilia glanced over in that direction.
She thought, 'Indeed, there is something special about their connection.
'But why do they seem so distant in public?'
"Dashiell should have been a woman. He's wasted as a man!" Seraphina grumbled.
Cecilia was at a loss for words.
Seraphina had a knack for saying the most unexpected things.
"By the way, don't you think Alaric and Dashiell look a bit alike?" Seraphina mused, as if she'd just discovered something groundbreaking.
Cecilia frowned.
Once Seraphina pointed it out, it was hard not to notice.
There was a resemblance between Alaric and Dashiell.
"It's the noses," Seraphina said, examining them closely. "They look almost identical."
"So…"
"So, they must have a natural couple's resemblance," Seraphina concluded.
Cecilia rolled her eyes.
Every time she thought Seraphina might surprise her with something insightful, Seraphina would just drop the ball.
She thought, 'I really shouldn't have had any expectations!'
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