Standing in front of the mirror, Nathalia saw her cheeks and body glowing with life. The underwear fits perfectly. Impressive. He really knows women well, I guess.
There was a knock at the door. Spencer pushed the door open and walked in. His eyes sparkled at the sight of Nathalia. He was pleased.
A navy blue dress wrapped around her beautiful, fit body. She looked stunningly alluring and elegant. Navy blue suited her wonderfully.
He gazed at her for a few seconds. "Do you like it?" He asked, proud of himself, yet his voice gentle and loving.
Nathalia's heart was racing. She tried hard and managed to hide her stirred emotions. "You have a good taste, just like what they say." She teased. As soon as she said it, she realized how flirtatious she sounded.
He stretched his arm out, grabbed her on her waist, and pulled her into his arms. He pecked her on her cheek.
"Are you implying that you are jealous of the women I had? From now on, you are the only one. The only one to me."
