"Damian Sterling, enough is enough, let me go back!" Emma Hart was near her wit's end with the steely man before her, his grip on her wrist unyielding.
His hands, long-boned and tanned a sexy wheat color, contrasted sharply with Emma's pale wrists, which he held in a tight clasp, rendering her struggles futile.
"Let me go back, let me go!" she demanded.
Damian Sterling slightly tilted his head, a hint of amusement breaking through his irritation at this defiant woman. His slightly upturned eyes fixed on the struggling Emma Hart.
"Just wait and try on the wedding dress for me," he said, dropping the words coldly before returning to his usual indifference.
The moment the elevator to the living room opened, Emma almost stumbled into Damian's arms in shock. She was swiftly pulled towards hundreds of wedding dresses.
There were conservative, traditional Chinese cheongsams and pristine Western wedding gowns.
