A Vengeful Girl novel Chapter 90

Hearing Linda's call, Charles immediately put on a wicked and gleeful smile.

He walked into the fitting room. Linda saw him walking in from the mirror and covered her naked body subconsciously.

"Damn, where is Bun?"

"My dear wife, what are you going to do with Bun?"

Charles pushed the door wide open and leaned on the wall. He gazed at Linda with a meaningful look.

"You are not getting it today! Just forget it! Hum!"

"Well? Is that so?"

On hearing what she said, Charles walked towards her and held her into his arms tightly. "And if I insist? What will you do?", said he erotically.

"Then I... I..."

She searched her mind for a good punishment, with her eyebrows raising and eyes rolling.

"Huh? You will what?"

"Then I will cry!" Right on cue, her eyes began to brim with tears, which made Charles feel sorry.

The eyes on his chiseled face got dull. He held Linda more tightly into his arms, comforting her, "There, there. Darling, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset. Please don't cry. I'm just kidding."

"Dare you jerk me around next time?"

"Definately not."

"Hum, that's more like it. Zip me up right now or I will give you a hard time."

Linda gently pushed him off while putting on a proud face. Charles was rendered speechless. This girl was quite the actress.

And yet, the mere sight of her back was enough to sweep him off his feet.

He gently pressed on her back, then kept gazing at it. Linda, waiting for the zip to go up, looked back and caught the sight of his eager eyes.

She blushed out of shame and anger, Which, however, looked rather lovely and cute in Charles' eyes.

"Zip me up, or sleep in the living room alone tonight."

His fingers lingered for another two seconds and then zipped her up in one smooth motion.

Well, no matter how frequently she used this threat, he would always yield to it!

After putting on the dress, Linda came to look at herself in the mirror. This tailor-make dress fitted her very well.

Linda then went towards the wrapped box. In it were her high heels, which could make a good match with this beautiful dress.

But before she could reach the box, she was lifted up by Charles.

"Hey! What are you doing! I'm going to get my high heels."

Linda quickly covered herself for fear that the beast in Charles would come up and undress her. It was so much trouble to put on the dress.

Charles walked out of the fitting room with Linda in his arms and put her down on the sofa in the living room. Then he took out the marvelous high heels from the box.

The flesh-colored ones looked simple but elegant.

Gently drawing aside her hemlines, Charles lifted her fair and delicate feet and carefully put on her shoes for her.

They fitted just fine.