When she came out, she had changed into a high-end, backless cocktail dress with a puffy skirt. Her voluminous waves of hair covered her back, and with each step she took, the ends of her curls bounced, like a soft brush lightly sweeping over the hearts of onlookers, making them itch for no reason.
With her beautiful makeup, she looked like a wealthy family's eldest daughter.
Carrying the high heels she would wear later, she placed them on the cabinet by the door and lifted her hair in front of the dressing mirror, deliberately revealing her back to Miles Crawford.
"My back feels a bit itchy, could you check if there's something there?" Shea Thorne lifted her curly hair, exposing her back, and intentionally asked Miles Crawford.
From the moment she came out, Miles Crawford's eyes hadn't left her, and naturally, he noticed the strawberry-like marks densely dotting her shoulder blades, even concealing a faint bite mark. Even a fool could see under what circumstances it was left.
