Chapter 10 You Can't Let Other Men See

Laura changed into the new clothes and had to admit Jackson's taste. The white fishtail dress set off her curvy figure, covered part of her intellectual charm, and accentuated her maturity.

And her figure was not flat.

The dress was perfect but a bit small. She tucked her hair behind her ears and pulled the zipper. Unexpectedly, a strand of her hair was caught, and she gasped in pain.

"Laura, hurry, I don't have much time for this." Jackson lost his patience and loosened his tie.

Laura gritted her teeth and quickened her movement. Then a hair was pulled off, "Ow!"

Jackson heard her groan and frowned, "Will you die from that?" He instructed the shopping assistant, "Go take a look."

"It's okay. I can do it myself." Laura said in a hurry. This was embarrassing. Because her hair was caught in the zipper, she had to tilt her head backward. Now even the slightest movement would result in a lot of pain.

"Well, Jackson..." She felt so embarrassed that she wished the ground could swallow me up, "A little help here, I have a problem with my zipper."

"Laura, seriously?" Jackson's brows furrowed more deeply. What a diligent wife! She didn't forget her mission.

Jackson instructed those shopping assistants, "Wait outside."

When everyone was gone, he got up, knocked on the door, and laughed at the scene, "You're clumsy enough to have your hair caught."

He slowly pulled her hair outward. The pain caused her to shed tears, "Pull it off; it hurts like hell."

Jackson lowered his head and carefully winded her hair out. The small fitting room was crowded for two people. Laura looked back, saw the tiny hair on his face, and heard his light breathing. Her face flushed, and her eyes looked away hastily.

"Done." The hair was finally freed from the teeth, and Jackson gingerly pulled the zipper up, "Is the dress a bit small?"

Her cheeks turned rosy. "No, it's perfect." She added, "I'm not fat."

Jackson sized her up and pursed his thin lips tightly, "Change it."

Leaving her no chance to reject, he selected more dresses but found none satisfying.

Laura clenched her fists and huffed, "What do you want, really?"

Jackson stroked his chin and looked at the woman in a pink slip dress. Her pretty collarbones and a large part of her fair skin were exposed. He shook his head, "Turn around."

Laura suppressed her anger and obeyed.

"Too revealing."

For this reason, he had asked her to try over 20 dresses. "Jackson, we're in the 21st century. This is it. I won't try anymore." The corner of her mouth twitched.

"Laura, are you so anxious to let other men see you like this?" Jackson flared up.

Simmering, Laura felt short of breath and glared at him, "Mr. Griffith, you have so little confidence in yourself?"

Jackson fumed, rolled his wheelchair to her, grabbed the hem of her dress, and exerted strength. With a chee-ah, it was torn apart.

Her pretty legs glistened in front of his eyes and tantalized him. "Darn it." Jackson cursed.

"Jackson, have you lost your mind?" Laura jumped away from him. This one was her favorite among those dresses and cost several hundred thousand yuan, but he tore it apart.