Iris Yates thrust the dress into William Quinn’s hands and turned to leave.
"Baby."
But William Quinn dropped the dress and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Don’t go. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it. What kind of dresses do you like? How about these?"
He swept her into his arms and carried her deeper into the walk-in closet. An automatic sensor door slid open, revealing row after row of wardrobes filled with all kinds of qipaos and modern Chinese-style dresses, all of them elegant and beautiful.
Iris Yates’s pupils contracted.
"Baby, would you like to wear something like this?"
William Quinn took out a pale green qipao and held it up against her. His blue eyes were exceptionally bright, like rare sapphires.
"Baby, you would look so, so beautiful in this!"
He was incredibly excited, as if he could already picture her in the qipao.
Iris Yates furrowed her brow. "I..."
"Baby, I spent so much time and effort having these prepared. Every single dress is in your size. Please, just try one on. Put it on and let me see, won’t you?"
As if sensing she was about to refuse, William Quinn cut her off. He stared at her, his blue eyes filled with a raw intensity. The look on his face suggested that if she said no, he would dress her himself.
Iris Yates instinctively took a step back, clear fear in her eyes. Finally, she nodded. "Okay, I’ll try it on."
Hearing the answer he wanted, William Quinn’s lips curved into a pleased smile. He handed her the qipao, then sat down on a nearby sofa.
He clearly had no intention of leaving; he was going to watch her change.
Mortified, Iris Yates turned her back to him. She stripped off her clothes and slipped into the qipao as quickly as she could.
Thankfully, the dress was a single piece. As she fastened the knotted button at the collar, she could feel the fabric clinging tightly to her body.


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