Chapter 11

I got dressed. I stared at the mirror. He bought me a black strapped dress. He was thoughtful because he bought a blazer too, it would be used to cover my skin.

I saw him bowing. I was a little embarrassed to see what he was doing. He was cleaning the stain on the seat.

"Hmm."

He stood up. He was sweating. "There you are. I just wiped it, so you can be comfortable later."

"Marcov, I should have cleaned that up."

"Veronne, don't be shy with me anymore. I want you to get rid of the discomfort you feel when you're with me."

Even if he said that, I still couldn't get rid of my shame because of what happened. I sighed. I got into the car and immediately fell silent.

"Veronne, I called an agent to find a unit for you. He said he will send designs so you can choose," he told me.

Is this man really serious about what he's doing?

"Marcov, you've spent so much on me. It's like you bought me," I said with a hint of humor in my tone.

He had a beautiful set of teeth, I saw that when he smiled