Chapter 117

Vincent King stood frozen in place.

Andrew Lucas caught Candy Wilson's call, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Vincent's infatuated stare. His expression darkened instantly.

No one knew better than him how slender Susan Thompson's waist was.

And no one understood more deeply how intoxicating that delicate curve felt beneath his fingers.

The thought of Vincent fantasizing about those moments made Andrew's aura turn murderous.

If Vincent dared to look at Susan one more time, he would make him pay.

"Vincent, did you hear me?" Candy raised her voice. "I adore this wedding dress on Susan!"

"Can we buy it?"

Vincent finally snapped out of his trance, gently squeezing Candy's hand.

But when his eyes landed on Susan, they turned icy.

"Susan, take it off."

Susan froze, startled by his public demand.

She glanced down at the exquisite gown and let out a cold laugh.

"I'll take this one," she told the shop assistant. "Please wrap it up for me."

Before the assistant could respond, Vincent strode forward.

He loomed over her, his gaze slicing through the fabric like a blade.

"I said, take it off."

Candy immediately put on her sweetest act, clinging to Vincent's arm. "Vincent, it's fine. I love it, but I don't want to force Susan—"

"If you like it, no one gets to take it from you." Vincent tightened his grip on Candy's hand. "Susan, hand it over."

Susan scoffed.

Some things never changed.

As a child, Candy stole her toys. Now, she was stealing her clothes.

"Fine. It's mediocre anyway." Susan turned toward the fitting room. "Enjoy your shopping."

Candy's smile stiffened.

But she had no choice now. She forced herself to try on the dress.

When she stepped out, the staff exchanged awkward glances.

The manager recovered first, plastering on a smile. "Miss Wilson, you look stunning! Mr. King is so lucky!"

Candy's confidence surged.

She straightened her posture, only making her flat silhouette more obvious.

"Vincent, do I look beautiful?" she cooed.

"Hmm." His reply was absentminded.

Candy pressed on eagerly. "Who wears it better—me or Susan?"

Silence answered her.

Vincent's gaze had already followed Susan's retreating figure, disappearing around the stairwell.