Chapter 35

• As they stepped inside, the soft chime of the boutique’s doorbell echoed faintly in the air. Charlotte’s heels clicked against the marble floor, every sound sharpening the tension between them.
• “Brought me here for another round of humiliation?” she asked coldly, her voice barely above a whisper yet carrying a sting that could pierce through armor.
• Howard didn’t look at her. His gaze stayed fixed ahead, scanning the rows of mannequins draped in elegance and light. “Pick whatever you like,” he said simply, his tone unreadable. “Any dress you want.”