Chapter 1519


    Chapter 1519 Can You Bear To Refuse


    Johanna didn''t waste words with Timothy, instructing him to sit down in front of the dressing table.


    Timothy, with his sharp eyebrows and thin lips, had a wlessplexion even in his thirties. His face,


    still adorned with a fineyer of fuzz, radiated youthful vigor. He carried an air of boundless energy,


    much like an inexhaustible teenager.


    Johanna took out the concealer, dabbed a little with a small brush, and covered all the bluish hues


    under Timothy''s eyelids.


    Timothy stared at her intently, his gaze alternating between her eyshes and her pink lips. Her lips


    were slightly upturned, incredibly beautiful and enticing.


    “Don''t stare at me like that. Look somewhere else.” His gaze was so intense and unabashed that it


    made Johanna feel ufortable.


    Then, Timothy''s gaze drifted downwards, taking in the sight of her beautiful corbone.


    Johanna found the man''s behavior increasingly outrageous. She stared at him speechlessly, then


    reached into her drawer and pulled out a small box. Inside was a silver brooch with the shape of a


    wheat stalk.


    She pinned the brooch onto Timothy''s suit. “There you go. You''re ready for the wedding banquet now.”


    Timothy scratched his nose and said to Johanna, “I''m wearing a wedding ring. Everyone knows I''m


    married. It wouldn''t be appropriate for me to attend my aunt''s daughter''s wedding banquet alone, would


    it?”


    “You can take off your wedding ring ten,” Johanna said, “or you could—”


    Timothy knew what she was about to say and interrupted her, “If I go to the wedding banquet alone,


    they will surely bombard me with questions. How about I pay you to apany me for a day?”


    “What if I refuse?” Johanna asked.


    “Can you really bear to refuse?” Timothy looked at her with downcast eyes, his voice low. “Jojo, on the


    ount that we''re still married, pleasee with me.”


    At that moment, Timothy''s phone rang. After answering the call, he immediately went downstairs.


    Johanna thought he had driven off, but to her surprise, Timothy returned two minutester, carrying


    several shopping bags.


    The boxes were filled with haute couture dresses from various brands.


    Timothy said unabashedly, “Jojo, look. I even had the outfits delivered. Pick one you like.”


    He told Johanna to choose, but the very next second, he picked up a ck gown and handed it over.


    “Jojo, you should also wear ck. This way, everyone can tell we''re a couple at first nce.”


    “Since you''ve decided everything, what else can I possibly say?” Johanna said irritably, snatching the


    gown from his hands.


    The design of the gown was very clever. It had a ribbon that was tied at the back. One that Johanna


    couldn''t tie properly by herself.


    Timothy appeared opportunistically outside the changing room. “Jojo, do you need my help?”


    “Can I say no?”


    “No can do. I''ming in.” Ignoring Johanna''s words, Timothy pushed the door open and entered the


    dressing room. He stood behind Johanna, carefully tidying up theces she had messed up earlier.


    For the convenience of customers adjusting their clothes, full-length mirrors were affixed on three walls.


    Timothy saw himself and Johanna in the mirror. They were very close, almost as if he was holding her


    in his arms. She was slightly bowing her head, her fair shoulders gleaming in the light.


    “Jojo.”


    When Johanna instinctively lifted her head, Timothy turned his head around suddenly and kissed her.


    His kiss was gentle yet impatient, one that almost took her breath away, causing her head to gradually


    spin.


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    When Johanna thought of some unpleasant things, her body shuddered. She began to struggle


    violently in Timothy''s arms.


    “Jojo, it''s me.” Timothy seemed to understand why Johanna was struggling. He held her hands tightly


    to his chest and gently said, “Can you lift your head and look at me?”


    Upon seeing his face, Johanna gradually regained herposure. “Let me go,” she demanded.


    “I won''t let go. I just want to hold you.” Timothy held her tightly in his arms, lowering his head to kiss her


    cheek. “Jojo, you haven''t done anything wrong, I''m the one who''s at fault. Can you stop thinking about


    those unpleasant things from the past? Seeing you in pain hurts me too.”


    “Stoping to see me every now and then, and I won''t feel upset,” Johanna said calmly.