Chapter 436 Dress Up


    By the time they arrived home, a delivery truck was parked in the driveway, and staff from South


    Pole were carefully transporting one exquisite dress after another into the vi. Any woman would


    be quite overwhelmed to see so many gorgeous dresses at the same time, let alone own them.


    Still, J couldn''t help but frown and scold her overly indulgent husband. "Ethan, you don''t have to


    spend so much money on me. We''d better save for the future, just in case. Stop squandering your


    wealth like this. I know you''re filthy rich, but..."


    She unconsciously drifted into silence, thinking she might have said too much. She hadn''t


    completely reconciled with Ethan yet, and besides, it was his own money. By all rights, she wasn''t in


    a position to interfere with his finances.


    "Forget it," J muttered angrily and stomped over to the sofa.


    Ethan chuckled at the grumpy look on her face.


    He knew he should coax her and bring her over back to his side. If he let this selfless woman go,


    she would only end up getting bullied by other people.


    "How about this, then—what if I surrender all my assets to you? You can take charge of my finances


    from now on." Ethan plopped down next to J, rather surprised at himself. It seemed that he had


    taken well to getting tied down and submitting to his dear wife.


    J gaped at him, just as shocked by his proposal, maybe even more.


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    Ethan had an obscene amount of money, and they both knew it. Was he even aware of what he


    was saying?


    He cleared his throat and chuckled again, a mild attempt to lighten things up. "Take your time and


    think it over. There''s no rush. For now, just stay at home and get some rest. I''ll take care of


    everything else."


    Sure enough, Ethan was so busy in the next three days that he barely spent any time at home.


    They had been sleeping in separate rooms ever since their fight, which only made it all the more


    difficult for J to see him. He''d be gone long before she woke up in the morning, and when he


    returned, she''d already be fast asleep.


    J found herself overthinking the possibilities, especially since she was in the dark about


    whatever was keeping Ethan so busy. She tried to find things to do at home, if only to distract


    herself from her budding expectations and anxiety.


    Finally, on the third day, their doorbell rang.


    J opened the door to find a young man with short, curly hair and a bright smile.


    "Good morning, Miss Lind. I''ve brought the stylists."


    J tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. This man looked familiar for some reason.


    Noticing her confusion, Sean promptly introduced himself. "Ah, pardon me. My name is Sean


    Johnson, and I''m Mr. Larson''s personal assistant. We have met once, a long time ago." J


    gasped and eximed, "Oh, so it''s you! Doe in and make yourself at home."


    Sean stepped into the foyer followed by several other people that included of a makeup artist, a


    hairdresser, and an employee from South Pole.


    J instantly recognized them. For one thing, the makeup artist was renowned in the


    entertainment industry for having done international stars and supermodels.


    Briefly, she wondered how Ethan had managed to book such a high-profile team.


    This time, however, Sean ignored her puzzlement and proceeded to direct everyone to their


    respective duties.


    "Al right, you guys, let''s get to work! We only have three hours to get everything ready!"


    The team sprang into action at once and got busy.


    J found herself feeling intimidated by the sharp and efficient atmosphere that Sean


    commanded. Nheless, she let herself be swept away by the motion of things.


    True to their reputations, the makeup artist and the hairdresser handled her appearance like they


    were crafting a masterpiece. J was stunned when she looked in the mirror afterward; she hardly


    recognized herself.


    Her hair was braided intricately and coiled on top of her head, highlighting her delicate features. Her


    eyes glimmered under her curlyshes and the soft blush on her lids. The stylists opted for minimal


    makeup, but it never diminished J''s beauty. She looked far more elegant, more dazzling, than


    most socialites in Seacisco.


    She certainly looked differentpared to how she looked on her first wedding ceremony.


    Sean watched the final product of theirbined efforts and nodded approvingly. He nced at his


    wristwatch and checked the time.


    "You may go out now, Miss Lind. Mr. Larson is waiting for you outside."


    Right on cue, the servants opened the door of the vi.


    Ethan stood at the driveway, d in a silver gray suit and holding a bouquet of tulips and lilies of the


    valley. He looked just as dashing as ever, but there was a more mature and steadfast quality in the


    way that he held himself.


    He watched the love of his life emerge from the vi, the sunlight pouring over her lovely face. A


    wave of awe washed over him as he drank in the sight.


    He offered his arm as J drew close, and when she took it, he murmured, "Only you could give


    this dress justice."


    J curled her gloved fingers around his bicep and grinned as he ushered her into the car.


    The sound of salutes rang around just as the car door mmed shut, and then they were off to the


    wedding venue. The Bugatti Veyron cruised out of the vi grounds with dozens of luxury cars in its


    trail.