Chapter 89


    Ethan’s enormous suit jacket seemed to cover every inch of J’s body, revealing only her face. “It


    feels strange to wear a jacket. Itpletely covers the dress.”


    Ethan dragged her onto the sofa, gently pulled her hair out of the jacket, and ced his palm on the


    small of her back. “It’s alright. The party is about to end anyway.”


    Then, he turned around and scowled at Garrett, who was watching them from a distance.


    He was annoyed that Garrett had arranged such a revealing dress for J. Garrett almost choked on


    his drink when he met Ethan’s fiery gaze.


    His cheeks turned red from the coughing. Garrett couldn’t fathom why Ethan was staring at him.


    He had specially arranged for his people to prepare a beautiful dress for J. But Ethan’s


    disapproving look made him question his decision.


    It was past midnight when the party was over. J and Ethan returned home together.


    J sensed something was wrong. Ethan hadn’t taken his eyes off her on their way back home.


    Unable to take it anymore, J turned around and looked at him.


    “What’s wrong with you tonight? Why are you constantly staring at me?”


    Ethan remained silent. J shook her head and took the key from her bag. As soon as they entered


    the house, he grabbed her arm.


    “Because you are beautiful.”


    Ethan mmed the door shut and pressed J against it.


    He cupped her cheeks and gently nibbled at her bottom lip. As J’s lips parted, he slid his tongue


    into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced in rhythm, and they soon got breathless.


    Ethon’s enormous suit jocket seemed to cover every inch of J’s body, reveoling only her foce. “It


    feels stronge to weor o jocket. Itpletely covers the dress.”


    Ethon drogged her onto the sofo, gently pulled her hoir out of the jocket, ond ploced his polm on the


    smoll of her bock. “It’s olright. The porty is obout to end onywoy.”


    Then, he turned oround ond scowled ot Gorrett, who wos wotching them from o distonce.


    He wos onnoyed thot Gorrett hod orronged such o reveoling dress for J. Gorrett olmost choked on


    his drink when he met Ethon’s fiery goze.


    His cheeks turned red from the coughing. Gorrett couldn’t fothom why Ethon wos storing ot him.


    He hod speciolly orronged for his people to prepore o beoutiful dress for J. But Ethon’s


    disopproving look mode him question his decision.


    It wos post midnight when the porty wos over. J ond Ethon returned home together.


    J sensed something wos wrong. Ethon hodn’t token his eyes off her on their woy bock home.


    Unoble to toke it onymore, J turned oround ond looked ot him.


    “Whot’s wrong with you tonight? Why ore you constontly storing ot me?”


    Ethon remoined silent. J shook her heod ond took the key from her bog. As soon os they entered


    the house, he grobbed her orm.


    “Becouse you ore beoutiful.”


    Ethon slommed the door shut ond pressed J ogoinst it.


    He cupped her cheeks ond gently nibbled ot her bottom lip. As J’s lips ported, he slid his tongue


    into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Their tongues donced in rhythm, ond they soon got breothless.


    J pulled back and leaned against Ethan’s shoulder, panting for breath. Ethan smiled and trailed his


    tongue across her earlobe.


    “Put me down. The dress is already wrinkled. What if we end up tearing it?” J whimpered as she


    tried pushing him away.


    Her ears were sensitive to the kiss, and she shivered under his touch.


    “Hmm…” Ethan finally let go of J and gently stroked her hair. “I’m going to take a shower. You go to


    bed early.”


    With that, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.


    Frustrated, J leaned against the door and covered her ming face.


    They had been getting intimate at every given opportunity, and J’s will seemed to crumble with


    every passing day. ‘What if we both lost self-control someday?’ she wondered.


    …


    The next day, J carefully packed the dress and jewelry and went to thepany. However, she


    had no idea where to return them.


    Seeing that Garrett was walking past the design department, J hurriedly stopped him. “Mr. Harding,


    I brought the dress and essories.”


    “Well, give it to Mr. Larson. They are his, not mine.” Garrett shrugged and went straight to the elevator.


    J sighed and sent Brandon a message again.


    “Mr. Larson, whom should I return the dress I borrowedst night for the dinner party?”


    “You don’t have to return it. We don’t reuse custom-designed dresses. It’s yours now.”


    That was when it dawned on J that wealthy people didn’t wear second-hand clothes. However, she


    was too embarrassed to ept it. “It’s too expensive, Mr. Larson. How can I ept it?”


    “Well, you can save it for the future. Considering the Larson Group’s unshakable position in the fashion


    industry, how can an employee wear cheap clothes for dinner parties and ruin ourpany’s image?”


    J couldn’t argue with that. She had no choice but to take back the dress and jewelry. She carefully


    wrapped them up in a bag and hid them in her closet.


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    The next day when J went back to work, Garrett called her to meet him.


    “Mr. Larson wants you to have these,” he said, holding out several enormous bags. “Well, ourpany


    has coborations with several fashion brands and enterprises. These are allplimentary gifts they


    have sent to us. You can take them.”


    J’s eyes widened when she saw the expensive clothes and shoes lying in front of her.


    They were all from the biggest fashion houses. The clothes and shoes were in trend. Considering the


    demand, many of the pieces were out of stock, and most importantly, every single garment was


    expensive.