The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 125

"But I really can't clasp it with one hand... I wouldn't be bothering you if I could."

She lowered her gaze, her voice laced with genuine frustration.

"Turn around."

After a heavy silence, Sterling closed his eyes and snapped at her.

Elena immediately spun around, obediently presenting her back.

At first, Sterling tried to do it with his eyes closed, his hands blindly fumbling over her skin, hoping to just hook the clasp and be done with it.

But...

Who the hell designed these things? How did it even work?

He wrestled with the tiny hooks for what felt like an eternity.

With every failed attempt, his knuckles brushed against the warm, soft skin of her back. His throat went dry, and he swallowed hard against the sudden spike of tension in the room.

"Do you even know how to do it?"

"Shut up."

Snapping at her, Sterling finally opened his eyes.

But even looking directly at it didn't help. His fingers were completely uncoordinated. After several clumsy attempts, he finally managed to lock the hooks into place.

"You did it wrong. It's too tight..."

"It's fine! Just wear it like that!"

He had barely exhaled a sigh of relief when she complained, prompting him to instantly bark back at her.

"No more complaining. Put the shirt on!"

He turned sideways, squeezing his eyes shut once more.

Before putting on the uniform, Elena felt around her back. He had definitely missed a hook.

She frowned and glanced at the boy. He was standing there with his eyes sealed shut, his face flushed completely red all the way down to his neck. He looked ridiculously innocent.

Deciding to cut him some slack, she wriggled into the crisp white blouse of her uniform.

"You can open your eyes now. Just help me with the buttons."

Sterling looked down to help her.

But the moment he did, his eyes landed straight on her chest.

Even though the bra was covering her, the unbuttoned shirt left an agonizing amount of cleavage completely exposed.

He forced his focus onto the small plastic buttons, leaning in slightly as he reached out.

Determined not to brush against her chest, his movements were stiff and overly cautious, desperately wanting to finish the task.

But his anxiety worked against him. The more he tried to rush, the more his fingers trembled. A task as simple as buttoning a shirt became nearly impossible.

"If you're shaking this much now, how are you ever going to handle taking a girl to bed?"

Elena couldn't help herself. She flashed a teasing, wicked smile.

Sterling's eyes snapped up, shooting her a murderous glare.

She instantly behaved, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Got it. Shutting up now. Not another word!"

By the time the last button was finally secured, Sterling's jaw was locked tight, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Knowing he couldn't survive another second alone in this room with her, he turned to bolt for the door. But she reached out and hooked her finger around his pinky.

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