With that, she walked over to the dresses, ready to make her selection.
Kyson set down the desserts and approached her, offering his assistance in picking out a dress.
He carefully pulled out a blue gown adorned with silver tussles.
âThis one is perfect.
Itâs a gentle and beautiful shade of blue.
If you pair it with a white fur wrap, you wonât feel the cold.
â
What excited him the most was that this dress perfectly matched his own blue suit.
They could coordinate their outfits.
It would be a new experience for them both.
Anticipation sparkled in his eyes.
Observing that Lucinda didnât show any interest, he brought the dress closer to her and urged, âJust trust me on this one.
Try it on.
â
Silently, Lucinda took note that the dress he had chosen matched the color of his suit.
She had no intention of selecting that particular dress.
She turned her head and randomly pulled out a dark red velvet dress from the other rack.
âNo, I prefer this one.
Iâll go and get changed.
â
Kysonâs face turned dark immediately.
He gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her back, his anger seething.
âI said, put on this dress!â
âLet go of me!â
âKyson, you should know by now that your need for control doesnât work on me!â Lucindaâs anger flared.
In an instant, the anger dissipated from Kysonâs eyes, and his tone softened.
âYou have no idea how happy I am that youâre here in Eurfrica.
It feels like weâre on a journey together, just you and me.
Whatever you desire, Iâll do my best to fulfill and obey you.
I donât want to force you this time.
Can you please compromise just once and wear the dress I picked?â
Lucinda stared at him with a cold expression.
âBut I donât like it.
â
Her simple response and detached demeanor seemed to upset him.
âYou donât like this dress or you donât like me? If Nathan were the one standing here, holding this dress, would you turn him down Like this?â
Kysonâs anger flared.
His eyes narrowed and his face contorted in a fierce expression.
He forcefully threw her onto the sofa and pressed himself against her.