Chapter 1537 Dumbfounded


    Santiago put his empty te aside and took a tissue to clean his mouth with. The other stylist did not


    dare to speak to him. Everyone knew what his temper was like. He was like a ticking time bomb that


    could explode at any moment. No one dared to offend him.


    The stylist in charge of Raeleigh hurried over to Santiago. Shetched onto Santiago''s arm with one


    hand and patted his chest with the other. "Mr. Santiago, I misspoke. You shouldn''t bother yourself with


    people like me."


    "That''s enough from you." Santiago gave the stylist a scornful nce.


    The stylist hurriedly went on, "I''m sorry, I forgot myself. It must be because I''m too used to dealing with


    the other customers."


    Santiago did not reply. He strode towards the dressing room. After entering the room, he sat down on


    his seat. His stylist helped him put a face mask on.


    When Raeleigh came back and saw Santiago with the face mask on, she found the sight quite


    amusing. A tall, strong man like him with such a delicate face mask...


    Raeleigh sat down too. Santiago''s eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep. As Raeleigh watched


    Santiago sleep, she gradually felt her eyelids getting heavier. Eventually, she fell asleep too.


    The stylist ended up unable to do her makeup because she had fallen asleep. ncing at Santiago


    beside her, she thought that it''d be best if she left them alone.


    Santiago stirred from his sleep. For some reason, Raeleigh woke up too. She opened her eyes and


    looked at the people standing opposite of them. She found it funny that there were so many people


    afraid of Santiago.


    When Raeleigh noticed that Santiago was staring at her, she looked away and stared at her reflection


    in the mirror. It was the first time she thought of herself as beautiful and wless. There was no other


    way to describe it. However, Raeleigh also keenly felt that the face she saw staring back at her had


    been through a lot.


    Somehow, she felt as if she had just woken up from a very long dream. She had been through so much


    and met so many people over the years. She considered herself very lucky to be able to reunite with


    her biological parents after being taken away as a baby.


    Raeleigh lowered her eyes slightly, a smile gracing her face. Santiago looked over at Raeleigh and


    asked, "What are you smiling at?"


    Raeleigh then turned to look at Santiago. "Is there a problem? If you don''t want to see me smile, then


    don''t look at me!"


    Santiago pulled a long face. "Hmph!"


    Raeleigh was momentarily startled, then looked back at herself in the mirror, quite amused.


    The past few years hadn''t been easy on her, but there were a lot of matters that she had no choice in.


    She had no regrets.


    If she was given a choice right then, if she knew what would happen in the future and what she had to


    go through, she would still say without hesitation that she regretted nothing.


    Raeleigh got up from her seat after the stylist finished with her makeup. By the time Santiago looked


    up, Raeleigh had already entered the fitting room. The stylist opened the door and was about to enter


    as well when Santiago asked, "Do you want me to break your damned legs?"


    The stylist immediately stopped in his tracks, trembling with fear. He turned to look at Santiago. "Mr.


    Santiago, I have to go inside to help Miss Raeleigh with her dress."


    The stylist was extremely anxious. He thought to himself that an instant death right there and then


    would be preferable.


    It was way better than being tortured.


    Santiago nced at the stylist who was doing his hair and asked, "Are you done?"


    "Yes, Mr. Santiago."


    "Alright."


    Santiago pulled off the hairdressing gown, got up, and strode towards the fitting room where Raeleigh


    was. The stylist quickly stepped aside to make way for Santiago to enter.


    When Raeleigh heard someone enter the dressing room, she initially thought it was a female staff


    member who came to help her.


    After all, there were many women in the studio. The moment she entered the room, she saw a box


    ced on the table. She had no idea when the box was delivered, but it had been put there


    nheless.


    She walked over to the table and opened the box to take a look at what was inside. There was a long,


    fitted fishtail dress inside the box.


    Raeleigh picked the dress up and ced it on her body. It looked quite good to her. Having assessed it,


    she entered the changing area and turned around to draw the curtains when she saw Santiago


    standing in the corner. It took herpletely by surprise.


    "What are you doing here?"


    Raeleigh sounded very annoyed. On the surface, the two of them had made peace, but the truth of the


    matter was different.


    Santiago raised an eyebrow. "What, there''s nothing to see anyway."


    "Oh, so you want me to strip in front of you?"


    Santiago turned around and said, "I wouldn''t mind that if you''re willing."


    Raeleigh gritted her teeth and swiveled around. She pulled the curtains shut and changed into the


    dress.


    Santiago could only see her feet behind the curtains. Not long after, Raeleigh emerged from inside the


    changing area.


    When Santiago saw Raeleigh, who had her hand pressed to her chest, he was taken aback. He closed


    his eyes and turned his back to Raeleigh. "Don''t you know that you''re not suppose to wear a bra under


    formal dresses?"


    "Ah?" Raeleigh looked up at Santiago. "Are you serious?"


    Santiago opened the door and demanded, "Does anyone have any pasties?"


    The people outside were silent when they heard Santiago''s question. They wondered whether


    Raeleigh was actually his girlfriend or Jepherson''s. How could Santiago ask such a personal question?


    Raeleigh faced away and blushed. Her body was burning up with embarrassment. She was about to


    explode.


    Raeleigh walked inside and drew the curtain again. After a staff member gave him some pasties,


    Santiago opened the curtains and handed it to Raeleigh. "Do you know how to use it?"


    "Let me have a look." Raeleigh took the pasties from Santiago''s hand. She read the instructions on the


    box and chose a suitable size for herself. It took her quite a while for her to unzip her dress and put on


    the pasties. She stayed in there, noting up.


    "Do you need my help?" Santiago asked from outside.


    Raeleigh asked curiously, "How are you so knowledgeable on these kinds of things?"


    "Hmph! Even a fool knows stuff like this." In fact, Santiago was clueless. He was just blurting things


    out.


    Raeleigh huffed, "I don''t need your help."


    Santiago looked away and waited outside for a few more minutes. Raeleigh took out her phone and


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    searched the web on how to use pasties. She was relieved after confirming that she was right.


    However, when Raeleigh looked down at her chest, her breath hitched in her throat.


    Raeleigh said, "I''m not going to wear this. I want another dress."


    Santiago, from outside, immediately said, "It''s toote. This dress was specially made for you. If you


    had told them in the morning, they would probably still have the time to find another one."


    "I thought this was just one of the dresses the stylist picked?"


    "It''s toote. If you don''t want to wear it, then you would have to go in your birthday suit." Santiago


    pulled open the curtains, catching Raeleigh off guard. Santiago stepped forward to catch Raeleigh


    before she fell backwards. He pulled her into his arms. Raeleigh raised her head, her heart beating


    fast. Santiago slowly let go and looked down at Raeleigh''s dress before turning around and heading


    outside. When the stylist saw Santiago emerging from the changing room, he asked. "How''s the


    dress?"


    Dumbfounded at the reaction, the stylist hurried into the fitting room.