Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 4

Cynthia glanced at Giselle and noticed her gaze lingering on the wedding dress in the assistant's arms, her eyes shining with undisguised longing.

A flicker of coldness flashed across Cynthia's face as she spoke up.-

"Do you like it?"

Giselle didn't hesitate for a second.

"I do."

After answering, she stole a cautious glance at Benedict. Seeing the chill in his eyes, she added with a timid, almost wistful smile,

"Though I love it, not every woman is as lucky as Cynthia—to wear the dress she wants and marry the man she loves."

Her eyes dropped, her disappointment plain as day.

Cynthia glanced at the inscrutable man standing at her side, then turned to the assistant with a calm voice.

"I'm not feeling well today, so I'd rather not try anything on. She seems about my size—let her try it for me."

She wouldn't touch the dress after what those two had done with it; she didn't even want to risk catching something from it.

The staff hesitated, nervously glancing at Benedict for direction.

Benedict kept his eyes fixed on Cynthia, his expression dark and unreadable.

Giselle, on the other hand, showed no such restraint. With her trademark sweet smile, she stepped forward.

"Of course. It's an honor to try on a wedding dress for Cynthia."

She reached for the dress without waiting for permission.

The assistants exchanged helpless looks, then turned uncertainly toward Benedict, silently seeking his approval.

His dark eyes glinted with a warning as he looked at them, his mood icy and tense.

Giselle bit her lip, suddenly unsure of herself.

Cynthia slipped Benedict's hand from her waist and dropped onto the nearest sofa, urging,

"Well? Go on, then."

Giselle quickly recovered her composure, took the dress from the assistant, and disappeared into the fitting room.

Benedict, frowning, sat beside Cynthia, clearly preparing to voice his displeasure. Before he could speak, Cynthia raised her eyes and, with a hint of a smirk, asked,

"Aren't you going in to help her?"

Everyone in the room froze.

The staff—especially those who'd served Benedict and Giselle the day before—could barely contain themselves. Thank goodness they hadn't taken the day off; this was front-row drama.

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