Chapter 967

Vilma barely ever wore dresses—especially one this stunning and obviously expensive. She hesitated for a long while, then looked over at Robert. "Do I… look okay in this?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah… not bad." Didn't sound too convincing to her. "You're really taking me with you?" she pointed at herself, unsure. Robert was almost at the door already. "Come on, we're gonna be late." Vilma shuffled after him in unfamiliar high heels, her steps wobbly. Robert noticed her struggle and meant to stop to let her hold onto him, but before he could, Vilma stumbled straight into his arms. She smelled fresh—just the basic scent of body wash, no perfume, but still... really pleasant. Vilma's ears were burning red as she stared at the wrist Robert extended toward her. Not realizing what he meant, she grabbed his wrist tightly, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. Robert frowned at the red imprints on his skin and gritted his teeth. "You've got a vendetta against my wrist or something?" She let go