Chapter 119 Possessiveness
"I named this waist chain Lolita because it represents sensual allure, but with the addition of red and white strawberry elements, it also conveys a girl's innocence. It's like Lolita in the movie, pure yet sinful," Elsa explained her design on stage.
Luke had just been thinking about the book, Lolita, so it was quite a coincidence.
Elsa stood confidently in front of the judges, explaining her work. Luke watched her side waist and felt an overwhelming urge to rush to her side and hold her in his arms.
Elsa's design didn't use any expensive jewels, but it was full of clever details. Plus, she modeled it herself. As Luke expected, she scored the highest in the entire event, winning by a landslide.
Over 20 media outlets were present, all snapping photos at that moment.
The thought of seeing Elsa's waist in the news the next day gave Luke a headache.
"Tell the media to blur out the waist," Luke tried to order calmly.
"Mr. Taylor, the waist chain is the main feature. Blurring it might not be appropriate," Max said, feeling helpless. Luke was clearly controlled by love.
But Luke's affection for Elsa was never shown in front of her, and he always did things quietly behind the scenes.
"Then tell the media they can only publish one photo each, and it must be approved by me," Luke said.
"Mr. Taylor, if you do this, Dalton Banks will have a hard time in the future," Max bravely retorted.
"Then you decide for yourselves!" Watching Elsa go backstage, Luke got up and left.
Backstage.
"Elsa, you were amazing! You looked stunning! This waist chain looks even more unique with your image," the staff praised her.
"Not really, I had no other choice," Elsa sighed and smiled at the staff.
A dark gray trench coat draped over Elsa's shoulders. She turned around to see Luke's stern face.
"You're here," Elsa said, slightly surprised.
Without a word, Luke took Elsa’s hand and guided her out, fastening a few buttons on his coat along the way.
"My model didn't show up today, so I had no choice but to step in myself. Does the Taylor family have some rule that wives of the Taylor family can't model?" Elsa didn't know why Luke was upset again and tried to explain gently.
"No." Luke stopped and looked down into Elsa's eyes.
"Then why do you you seem a bit unhappy?" She was puzzled.
"Elsa, I hope that from now on, only I can see your waist." At the entrance of the venue, Luke lowered his head and kissed Elsa.
Luke's trench coat enveloped Elsa, its buttons fastened but still open at the bottom. He slipped his hand inside, gently caressing her smooth skin and the chain she hadn’t had time to remove.
Elsa trembled slightly in Luke's hands, her face flushed.
Some media members passing by quickly raised their cameras.
The flash captured Elsa's blushing face and her startled, deer-like expression.
"Will they write nonsense?" Elsa buried her head in Luke's chest, asking uneasily.
"Who cares." Compared to that, Luke was more concerned about the media publishing photos of Elsa's waist.
Luke did what he had wanted to do since he first saw Elsa on stage—he picked her up and carried her to the car.
He drove home quickly, his mind racing with a fervent desire that he usually kept in check. Tonight, however, his restraint faltered.
As he drove, he could only think of one thing: taking Elsa to bed, admiring her exquisite waist, and pressing his lips against her beautifully clean navel.
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