However, he couldn't bring himself to look at her, as her face seemed to grow a bit numb with all the outfit changes.
Emma Smith tried on one outfit after another, and finally, when she came out wearing a bright red skirt that stopped just above her knees and golden high heels, the salesgirl exclaimed, "I didn't expect this dress to look so gorgeous on you! It's like it was custom-made just for you!"
The salesgirl's exclamation startled Robert Thomson, who was waiting nearby. He lifted his head slightly, but his gaze became a bit dazed upon seeing her fiery red figure. His slender body, sunk into the sofa, trembled slightly, and the corners of his soft lips opened ever so slightly. He seemed to be engulfed in a strange emotion...
It seemed as though he wanted to hide his feelings, so he lowered his head slightly, coughed twice, and touched his chin, seemingly trying to cover up the slight panic that rose on his face.
But after a few seconds, he lifted his head again, his calm eyes meeting her clear ones. The fleeting touch of tenderness in his gaze was enough to melt anyone...
Emma had fair skin, and the bright red color made her skin appear like a brilliant sunset. Under the slightly dim light, she looked like a beautiful twilight scene.
Moreover, the color red belonged to Amelia Martinez and Charlotte Rodriguez, two women who left deep marks in his life; both flamboyant and passionate, yet discreet, noble, and elegant. Only the most eye-catching red could bring out their charms to the fullest.
At this moment, the posture that Emma displayed clearly overlapped with the image of these women in his mind.
Although they did not look very similar, they all had the same clear eyes, the unyielding spirit, and the vibrant life force, as if they were carved from the same mold...
Amelia Martinez was a distant first love, and although she once brought him pain, she never occupied his whole heart.
Charlotte Rodriguez was like a shooting star, passing across his sky, and by the time he wanted to hold on, she had already fallen and left him.
However, Emma had more freshness, vitality, perseverance amid setbacks, and an endless upward life force. Compared to Charlotte, her figure was slightly fuller, the dress fitting tightly around her soft curves, and her slender waist, giving her an appearance of a budding flower emitting an enticing fragrance.
The red on her was both flamboyant and restrained, both passionate and transparent – it filled his cold eyes and seemed to dye his entire face a dazzling red.
"Robert, what do you think?" Emma asked as she approached him, looking refreshed and radiant.
"Ah? Hmm." As he raised his head, he found himself looking into her clear and bright eyes. They were like two crystal-clear springs, and he could see his own reflection in her pupils.
Robert Thomson came to his senses, seemingly taking a deep breath, and quickly calmed down. Before the salesgirl could help her adjust the dress, he stood up and took hold of her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. "And high heels, handbags, everything – match them all for her."
When everything was done, he nodded satisfactorily and casually said, "Put it on my tab."