The next morning, Rebecca and Anderson were fully dressed.
Rebecca was putting on a high waist office trousers and a small top which was ash in colour. She paired it with pearl earrings and packed her hair up, with a few strands falling off face.
Her neck was bare, and it accentuated her graceful neck.
She took one final glance in the mirror, and her lips curved upwards.
"I never thought I'd age this beautiful." She murmured, and picked her handbag before she walked out of the room.
Once she got out of the room, she bumped into Anderson.
Anderson paused in his tracks as his gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on her more than it should.
She became self-aware of herself as she tugged the dress.
Biting her lips, she asked hesitantly. "How... how do I look?"
Anderson was silent for a while.
"You look... perfect." He growled lowly. "Too perfect."
Rebecca met his eyes and blinked once.
There it was again—that look.
The intense, heavy and almost… dangerous look.
