Chapter 239

She fought the urge to burrow into herself like a turtle, and said, "I look like your version of me."

"My version of..." He looked stunned. "Explain."

"In this dress and jewelry, I am Kassandra Timandros, the demure and dutiful wife of respected billionaire Darian Timandros. There’s nothing of me in this. It is all you."

He froze and it seemed air and sound, the very matter around them froze along with him. "I do not understand."

"That stylist you hired, she—" she forced a breath, "—this is what she gave me."

Frowning, he ran his gaze over the straps and over the tight ruffles of the bodice.

Her skin warmed up as if she was a flower and he was the very sun she craved. Kassandra tightened her fists to stop from covering herself.

He cleared his throat, his nostrils flaring. "I agree that it is not your usual...style."

She nodded, wondering why she couldn’t have just shut her mouth. Why some stupid, irrational, brazen part of her always insisted on putting herself in his line of fire. Wh