Chapter 7 Wedding Dress Accident

Eleanor stood in front of the washbasin mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her long white gown with an off-shoulder design gave a sexy yet elegant impression. The natural yet fresh makeup she requested still looked flawless even after more than twelve hours. Money never lies; with enough of it, the result would always be satisfactory.

Yet, amidst the perfect makeup, the blush on her cheeks made her look like a young girl blushing from her lover's tease. God, was she really that naive?

"Get a grip, Ele!" Eleanor slapped her face lightly a few times.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She then struggled to remove her wedding gown. She needed to clean herself and prepare for whatever might happen tonight. But damn, removing the gown was not as easy as she thought. Her small hands couldn't reach the zipper, making her feel foolish as she tried to get to it.

"Damn it! I'm going to go crazy!"

She muttered in frustration as her attempts proved futile. She glanced at the door, considering asking Jonathan for help. After all, hadn't he offered earlier? Damn it. But she couldn't. How embarrassing would that be? What if Jonathan thought she was flirting with him? Oh God.

After a long struggle, she still couldn't succeed. Exhausted, she ended up sitting on the toilet, trying to catch her breath. Trying to unzip her dress felt like an extreme workout.

Knock, knock, knock!

The knock on the door almost made Eleanor fall over. Her panic intensified.

"Are you still not done? Did something happen?" Jonathan's voice called from outside.

Eleanor bit her lower lip, walked hesitantly towards the door, and reluctantly opened it.

Jonathan looked surprised to see Eleanor still in her wedding gown, which was now a bit disheveled.

"You're not done?" he asked, puzzled.

Eleanor gave a wry smile. "I can't reach the zipper," she admitted, holding her hands out in front of her face like a child.

Jonathan sighed. "I offered to help you earlier," he said, stepping into the room, causing Eleanor to step back with a stiff face.

As Jonathan closed the door, Eleanor's heart pounded hard. Her face heated up, realizing they were alone in the room. God, her face must be as red as a boiled shrimp. Especially as Jonathan stood right behind her with barely any space between them.

"I just need help with the zipper. I can do the rest myself," Eleanor squeaked. Whether Jonathan noticed her change in voice, she didn't know.

Eleanor shivered as Jonathan's fingers pulled the zipper down, almost making the dress slip if she hadn't held it up. "T-thank you," she whispered, hoping Jonathan would leave her alone.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can help with?" he asked, still standing behind her, while Eleanor didn't dare turn to face him.

"Yes. I can do the rest."

There was silence for a while. Jonathan said nothing and didn't leave the bathroom. This puzzled Eleanor, making her finally turn to look at the tall man behind her.

"I can do the rest myself," Eleanor repeated, hoping Jonathan would take the hint and leave.

"Are you sure you can?"

Nodding hesitantly, Eleanor avoided looking at his face.

"Alright."

Jonathan left Eleanor after that, allowing her to finally breathe. For some reason, the man seemed very intimidating. His breath, the heat from his body, and his deep voice were all too much. God, Eleanor hated her own thoughts!

Meanwhile, Jonathan walked to the bed with a blank expression. The sight of Eleanor's bare shoulders earlier had disturbed him greatly. For a moment, Jonathan even thought about staying in the bathroom and touching Eleanor right there.

Damn. He felt so crazy. How could his desire suddenly surge like that? Even at the altar, when Eleanor's shoulders were exposed, he hadn't thought of anything dirty. Though his heart raced when they kissed, he thought it was just nerves from being watched by so many people. But earlier, he realized his excitement wasn't from anything else; it was from within himself.

Jonathan exhaled loudly, sitting on the edge of the bed for a few moments, trying to push away his wild thoughts. He had no intention of doing anything with Eleanor tonight. After the exhausting events of the day, all he wanted was to rest. But something hardening below made his head feel like it would burst.

Lying down and trying to close his eyes, Jonathan hoped to fall asleep soon. It would be uncomfortable for both him and Eleanor if they rushed into things tonight. Wouldn't he look like an impatient pervert if he did? They needed time to get used to each other first.

The sound of the bathroom door opening refocused Jonathan. Eleanor seemed to be done showering. The scent of her soap reached him, but he didn't react. He continued to pretend to sleep until he heard Eleanor's footsteps stop right next to him.

"Um, excuse me. I need clothes."

Hearing this, Jonathan opened his eyes. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Eleanor standing there in just a towel, covering her from her chest to mid-thigh.

Jonathan cursed himself silently. How could he harden just from that sight? He had never felt attracted or aroused by sexy women around him before. He was the faithful type. But what was his body doing now?

His heart felt like it would explode. He had gone completely insane.

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