The female staff in the bridal shop couldn't envy Emma Benson enough, Young Master Greenwood was not only handsome but also had a good temper.
Key was that he also had money, truly a rare sight of a tall, rich, and handsome man.
However, from the two visits to try on wedding dresses, Miss Benson seemed extremely indifferent. Whenever Young Master Greenwood spoke to her, she either nodded or gave a faint smile, hardly ever acting coy or clingy like other brides-to-be.
Just like now, as Young Master Greenwood spoke to her intimately, she was still staring at the magazine in her hands, she didn't even glance at him.
"Emma?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Michael Greenwood called her again.
Emma turned her head, finally looking at him, her smile faint, "You go try it on, I don't want to try anymore, just pick the one I tried on a few days ago."
Hearing this, Michael furrowed his brows, his voice grave, "Emma, have you forgotten the agreement between us?"
