Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 81: One Mistake for Life

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: One Mistake for Life

"Silly girl, have you forgotten? It was you who said that kissing and touching can foster affection."

"But, but..."

Serena Summers scratched her head, recalling the scene just now, her cheeks immediately becoming burning hot.

She indeed said that, but somehow it felt wrong?

"Alright, go and change your clothes first. Tomorrow I will have someone custom-make another set for you." Lucas Shaw tenderly tousled Serena Summers’ hair, his dark eyes filled with a smile.

"Why do you need to custom-make it again? I think this one is quite nice." Serena Summers looked at Lucas Shaw, puzzled.

Lucas Shaw fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This dress isn’t quite suitable for you, I’ll have someone custom-make one that is appropriate for you."

This dress looked too revealing.

Lucas Shaw couldn’t bear the thought of all those men’s gazes on Serena Summers; he might impulsively blind them all.

"But, I really like this dress," Serena Summers said, her head drooping in disappointment.

A trace of reluctance suddenly swept across Lucas Shaw’s eyes.

He pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Tomorrow, I’ll ask if there’s a shawl in the same color scheme. If you really like it, then wear it."

Serena Summers tilted her head and thought for a while, then finally understood Lucas Shaw’s intent.

She stepped forward, reached out to hook his pinky, and gently shook it, "Honey, are you jealous?"

Lucas Shaw raised an eyebrow, surprised that Serena Summers had caught on to his inner thoughts so quickly.

"Yes." Lucas Shaw replied helplessly.

Serena Summers widened her eyes in surprise, looking incredulously at Lucas Shaw.

"So for the safety of those people, obediently put on the shawl. Okay?" Lucas Shaw grimaced with a forced smile.

For some reason, facing that smile, Serena suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

She reluctantly compromised.

The next morning, Lucas Shaw indeed had someone bring over a shawl in the same color scheme.

With the shawl’s coverage, the evening dress instantly became more conservative, yet it still couldn’t hide her sexy body curves.

The designer, Vivian, helped Serena Summers adjust the shawl, her eyes filled with admiration, "Mrs. Shaw, you are truly beautiful. I’ve designed clothes for many people, but it seems you’re the only one who can bring out this kind of allure."

"What kind of feeling?" Serena Summers asked curiously.

Vivian cupped her chin in thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Probably the feeling of a lifetime mistake at first sight!"

Serena Summers was amused by this statement.

She wore a delicate light makeup, making her features appear even more exquisite and stunning.

When she smiled, she was like a bud about to bloom, irresistibly charming.

Vivian couldn’t help but stare momentarily.

Realizing she had been mesmerized by another woman, Vivian’s cheeks involuntarily reddened.

She sneakily looked at Serena Summers, relieved that she hadn’t noticed her distraction.

After Vivian left, Serena Summers closely examined herself in the mirror.

The fluffy skirt sway gently with her movements, creating layers of ripples in the air.

The pinkish-purple hue made her skin appear even more porcelain-like.

Serena Summers felt thrilled inside.

Clara Shaw came downstairs just as the renowned designer Vivian, who was very famous in Corland for her evening dresses chased by countless socialites and noblewomen, was about to leave.

Even money couldn’t necessarily buy her designs.

Upon seeing the designer, Clara Shaw’s eyes immediately brightened.

She hurriedly quickened her steps, walking up to Vivian.

"Miss Vivian, how come you have time to visit the Shaw Family?"

Vivian was taken aback, then realized that the girl in front of her must be the famous only daughter of the Shaw Family, Clara Shaw.

She politely smiled at Clara Shaw and then explained, "A few days ago, Mr. Lucas Shaw ordered an evening gown for his wife from my store, and I came over today to help alter the measurements."

"What? Lucas actually ordered an evening gown for that woman?" Clara Shaw exclaimed in shock, her voice rising sharply.

Vivian’s designed gowns were priceless, even she as the eldest daughter of the Shaw Family couldn’t find a way to purchase one.

The thought of Lucas ordering a gown for Serena Summers made Clara Shaw’s eyes turn red with jealousy.

That cheap woman, Serena, just a country bumpkin, why does she deserve to wear an evening gown designed by Vivian?

Vivian heard the anger and resentment in Clara Shaw’s tone, and could only give an awkward smile.

She didn’t expect to hear these high-society secrets just by visiting the Shaw Family.

"Miss Shaw, if there’s nothing else, I should head back now, I still have things to attend to at my store." Vivian politely nodded to Clara Shaw, then lifted her foot ready to leave.

"Miss Vivian, please wait."

Clara Shaw hurriedly stopped her, her expression somewhat troubled.

Surprised by being stopped, Vivian paused.

She raised an eyebrow, and asked confusedly, "Is there anything else Miss Shaw needs?"

"Miss Vivian, I really love the evening gowns you design."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Miss Shaw. I truly don’t deserve such praise."

Vivian remained neither humble nor haughty, not showing the slightest joy from Clara Shaw’s words.

Clara Shaw secretly clenched her teeth, cursing Vivian internally for being tactless.

She slowly squeezed out a faint smile, and whispered to Vivian: "Miss Vivian, may I ask if the evening gown you recently designed is still available?"

"Which one are you referring to, Miss Shaw?"

"That pink-purple dress! I really love that outfit, name your price, no matter how much I will buy it."

Clara Shaw had been thinking about that gown for a long time.

Every detail of the dress resonated with her aesthetic taste; it seemed naturally tailor-made for her.

Clara Shaw was determined to have that dress!

"Unfortunately, that gown has already been sold," Vivian answered with a light smile.

"What? Who bought it?" Clara Shaw’s eyes widened in shock.

That gown was not cheap; only the rich or noble could afford it.

This time, in order to buy that gown, she even prepared to spend several months of her allowance.

But now to be told it had already been sold?

How could she not be furious!

Vivian curled her lips, lifting a hand and pointing upstairs.

"Miss Shaw, that gown was specifically bought by Mr. Lucas Shaw for his wife, I’ve never seen anyone more suitable for this dress than Mrs. Lucas."

Speaking of Serena Summers, Vivian’s tone was full of admiration.

As a fashion designer, she had seen countless women.

But no one ever dazzled like Serena Summers.

Clara Shaw’s face changed drastically, staring unbelievably in the direction of the second floor.

"You’re saying that gown... was bought by that little wench Serena?" Clara Shaw’s facial expression nearly collapsed.