Chapter 603 A Dress That Served Its Purpose
In that moment, Albert gazed down at her, his eyes intense.
The silence between them flowed like still water, charged with unspoken desire.
Yvette stood before him in the elegant gown that left little to the imagination, completely enveloped by Albert's smoldering gaze. They were dangerously close—so close that with the slightest downward tilt of his head, his lips could capture hers.
She instinctively bit her lower lip, holding her breath. Attempting to escape the intensity of his stare, Yvette averted her eyes, but Albert wouldn't allow her retreat.
The dress showcased every curve of Yvette's exquisite figure, while her natural perfume—intoxicating and uniquely hers—danced between them with each breath they took.
His gaze burned into her like wildfire, threatening to consume her entirely. Her cheeks flushed crimson as her heart raced frantically, like a startled bird beating its wings against her ribcage.
Though she tried to maintain her composure, his magnetic pull drew her in like a vortex, deeper with each passing second.
Only when she felt his intentions growing bolder did Yvette finally look up, meeting his eyes.
"I've modeled it for you now. Can I change out of it?" she asked, her voice betraying her nervousness.
As Yvette looked up, she found not only desire in his eyes but also tenderness glimmering in their depths.
"No," Albert stated with absolute certainty, his strong arms encircling her waist, drawing her against him. "Looking is never enough."
Before Yvette could respond, Albert's lips descended upon hers. She trembled as his tongue gently explored her mouth, tracing every contour. Her breathing quickened, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support.
His kiss grew more passionate, her body softening against his. She felt herself melting in his embrace. A warm palm found its way to her latticed bare back, and Yvette leaned into his touch, her body arching backward.
Her back pressed against the cool glass of the wardrobe door, the sudden chill making her shiver involuntarily. The cold hardness of the glass drove her deeper into Albert's embrace, her body flush against his.
Yvette's heartbeat accelerated, knowing she needed to stop this before it progressed further. She pressed her hands against his chest in resistance. "We can't. Aren't we supposed to attend the gala tonight?"
"It doesn't matter," Albert murmured against her lips, kissing her again. "I'll be quick."
Yvette stiffened, embarrassed. "You always say that, and it's never true!"
Albert paused, laughing softly in resignation. "Yvette, do you realize saying things like that only makes it worse for me?"
Yvette hadn't expected this response, her face growing even redder.
"It's true though," she said, her tone slightly petulant. "Remember when you said it would only take a minute, and then it went on forever?"
The memory alone made her face burn. She pouted, muttering, "Liar."
Albert chuckled softly. "Surely a man's little white lies in these matters are forgivable?"
"Says who!" Yvette protested.
"Then I won't lie this time."
"What?"
"This time, I really will be quick."
The car merged smoothly into traffic.
Albert and Yvette sat in the back seat, each looking out their respective windows. Yvette pressed her lips together in silence, seemingly absorbed by the passing scenery and indifferent to Albert beside her.
Albert, however, wore an expression of complete satisfaction, frequently glancing at Yvette, a perpetual smile playing on his lips.
After Yvette's countless sighs, Albert finally broke into laughter. "Still mad?"
Yvette frowned, turning to face him with a cold huff. "Not mad."
"Then what is this?" Albert raised an eyebrow.
"I simply prefer not to speak with liars."
Yvette was furious. He had soothed her with words while showing no mercy in his actions.
Thankfully, they had an important gala to attend; otherwise, Yvette seriously doubted he would have stopped at all.
She glanced down at the half-visible marks on her chest and gritted her teeth in frustration. "Albert, if anyone sees these, I'll die of embarrassment! We need to find a makeup artist to cover them up!"
Albert turned to look at her, his eyes filled with adoration and indulgence. "Don't worry, I've already arranged for a makeup artist."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile.
Yvette's sulking reminded him of an adorable kitten—occasionally extending its claws but impossibly endearing nonetheless. Even more charming than her usual self.
Her expressions were so animated, so genuine. This was what made her feel real to him—truly his.
Watching her little expressions, Albert felt warmth spreading through his chest. Having Yvette by his side meant everything to him; she was someone he would protect for a lifetime.
He would embrace all of her—her strengths and flaws, her smiles and her moods.
Just then, Albert's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen before answering.
Yvette instinctively turned toward Albert. She watched as his amused eyes briefly swept over her, dark with mischief, before he simply said, "Throw it away," and ended the call.
Noticing Yvette's questioning gaze, Albert explained, "That was Beatrice."
Yvette nodded.
She assumed something at home needed to be discarded, and Beatrice was uncertain whether to throw it out, so she had called him.
Yet Yvette was puzzled. For household matters, Beatrice typically called her directly.
Why had she suddenly contacted Albert instead?
Furrowing her brow, she asked, "What needs to be thrown away?"
Albert's gaze instantly warmed as he replied simply, "The dress."
Yvette froze, her face flushing again.
Beatrice must have discovered the torn gown that Albert had left in the dressing room while cleaning. She had probably called Albert rather than Yvette to avoid embarrassing her.
"You!" Yvette glared at Albert, both embarrassed and annoyed.
Albert laughed, completely unperturbed. "You asked."
Yvette huffed, composing herself before commenting, "Worn only twice before being discarded. How extravagant."
"It needed to go," Albert replied, his eyebrow arching suggestively. "After all, that dress has served its purpose perfectly."
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