The man fell silent for a moment, then slowly walked over to her and touched her exposed shoulder, struggling to speak, "This isn't good."
The dress was a strapless, body-hugging gown. Although it was well-fitted in other areas, her round shoulders were exposed.
As Xaviera was about to refute him, Caleb's large hand gripped her waist tightly, pulling her into his embrace.
The messy kiss landed upon her, trailing down her neck, kissing her collarbone. The tingling sensation made Xaviera's body stiffen.
She kept retreating, but Caleb continued to press forward, pushing her against the wall.
His eyes burned with passion as he gazed deeply into hers, breathing slightly harder, he smirked, "Do you still think this dress is nice now?"
Xaviera blinked, suddenly realizing that without looking, she could already tell that her collarbone and shoulders were now covered in red marks. If she were to go out in this dress, she would be too embarrassed to face anyone.
