Chapter 492

The flowing fabric accentuated her graceful figure, with a line of delicate lace adorning the neckline. The deep burgundy dress, which reached her knees, was held together by only a single belt, leaving much to the imagination about what lay beneath the swaying hem. Richard picked up his camouflage jacket from the sofa and strode toward her, his tone commanding. "Put this on before heading back to your room." Angela looked at the jacket, realizing he wanted her to cover up before going outside. But she truly didn’t see the need. "No, thanks," she shook her head, picking up her basin and turning to leave. She had barely taken two steps when his hand clamped onto her shoulder. Without a word, he spread the oversized jacket and draped it over her, forcibly enveloping her frame. Angela frowned, irritation bubbling inside her. This man was just too domineering! "I said I don’t want it," she retorted, deliberately rejecting his gesture—perhaps still holding some resentment. After all, he had