Chapter 753 The Same Dress


    After the second round of passionate lovemaking, J felt as though her body was about to give


    up.


    She raised her index finger and poked Brandon on the chest. "Are you still angry at me?" she asked


    cautiously.


    Brandon suddenly pulled her close to him and buried his face in her neck. He held her in his arms


    without saying a word. No matter how J approached, he refused to tell her why he was angry.


    But J could tell that he was in a better mood than earlier.


    Brandon pulled the quilt over them and held J close. "Just go to sleep."


    J pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn''t push the matter.


    As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again,


    it was already morning.


    It was bright out. Yawning, J turned in bed, only to catch a glimpse of Brandon going out the


    door. He was already dressed, so he must''ve left for thepany.


    J stuck out of her lower lip and pulled the quilt over her head. She was pissed. She had worked


    hard to make him happyst night. In the end, he still refused to forgive her or even told her why he


    was mad at her!


    She stayed in bed for a little while longer before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard


    followed her to the studio, as usual.


    Now that Laney and Garrett had picked her to design their attire for the uing event, she


    wanted to give them her absolute best.


    As soon as J got to her desk, she began to work. She was so immersed in her design that she


    paid no attention to her surroundings.


    "Hey, your phone has been pinging." It wasn''t until Tasha held up her phone in front of her that she


    realized that someone had been texting her.


    "Oh, thanks, Tasha." J took the phone and found that it was Laney who had left her a string of


    messages.


    "Thanks again, J! I''ll treat you to a big meal next time, okay?" J smiled as she read the


    messages.


    Just as she was about to put away her phone, it pinged again.


    This time, it was Garrett who had texted her.


    Just looking at the words on her screen, J felt like she could almost hear his whining tone.


    "Brandon must''ve taught you a thing or two, am I right?"


    J couldn''t help but chuckle. She put down her phone and went to the tea room to get some


    coffee.


    Only then did she notice that the office seemed particrly quiet today.


    She took a sip of coffee and looked at Tasha questioningly. "Why''s Elizabeth absent today?" Tasha


    was in the middle of sorting out some design drafts. She nced at Elizabeth''s cubicle and


    shrugged. "She asked for a leave out of the blue. Maybe she has some sort of emergency to attend


    to at home."


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    "Seriously?"


    A harsh sneer broke the quietness of the office. Dalores threw a design drawing on the table and


    demanded, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is the busiest time of the year! How could


    she abandon us? I can''t even get through to her!"


    J pursed her lips. Judging from what Dalores said just now, she had tried to call Elizabeth more


    than once.


    "Did Elizabeth call to ask for a leave of absence herself?" J asked worriedly, looking at Tasha.


    Tasha shook her head. "No. She asked for a leave through text."


    For some reason, J had a bad feeling about this. Holding the coffee mug tightly in her hands,


    she murmured, "This isn''t like her. Maybe she''lle this afternoon. Dalores, stop ndering her."


    Dalores turned her head to re at J contemptuously.


    This bitch wouldn''t even let herin about Elizabeth now?


    Dalores opened her mouth to argue with J, but when she met the gaze of J''s bodyguard


    sitting nearby, she fell silent. She had no choice but to sit back down in a huff and began to tinker


    with her phone.


    Worried, J wanted to call Elizabeth herself.


    But before she could get her phone, she suddenly heard a scream from Dalores.


    "What the hell?!" Dalores stood up agitatedly.


    "What''s wrong? There''s no need to make such a scene," J said with a frown.


    Rolling her eyes impatiently, Dalores held up her phone to exin. "Look at the dress Aileen Lyons


    is wearing. Doesn''t it look exactly like the one that Draco designed for Mrs. Fuller a few months


    ago?" Mrs. Fuller hasn''t worn the dress to any event yet. Why is Aileen wearing it? This is haute


    couture. Each dress we design is supposed to be unique!"