Chapter 1262
Chapter 1262:
“Miss Hewitt, it’s time to change into your dress,” Kailyn announced, excitement shining in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to see Annabel in her custom gown.
With a gentle nod, Annabel accepted the dress, her fingertips caressing the fabric lovingly, her eyes filled with tenderness.
“Miss Hewitt, don’t just stand there. Go and adorn yourself in the gown already!” Kailyn could not contain her anticipation. She reached out and playfully nudged Annabel forward. Seeing this, Annabel shook her head with a helpless smile before walking into the dressing room.
As the dressing room door closed, Kailyn retrieved her phone, intending to capture a few shots of Annabel in the resplendent gown upon her emergence. However, just as she positioned herself, the door to the makeup room swung open. Kailyn turned and found herself face-to-face with Rupert.
“Mr. Benton…” she gasped, taken aback. Before she could utter another word, Rupert raised a finger to his lips, motioning for silence. Instinctively, she covered her mouth, then gestured pointedly toward the dressing room.
Acknowledging her signal with a nod, Rupert watched as Kailyn slipped quietly from the room.
“Kailyn, my hair has come loose. Could you…” Annabel began, but the sentence died on her lips as she opened the dressing room door and found Rupert standing right before her.
Rupert’s tailored suit made him look even more stern and imposing. His usually unruly hair had been combed back neatly, revealing his smooth forehead. When he saw Annabel, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.
“Why are you here?” Annabel was startled at first, then suddenly felt shy.
“You’re gorgeous, Annabel.” Rupert reached for her hand, his deep voice sending a soft tremor through her heart.
Annabel smiled sweetly as she placed her hand in his, and he gently drew her into his arms.
Her lashes fluttered, and her hair fell over her bare shoulders.
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“Oh, my hair…” Annabel lifted her hand to fix it, but Rupert moved first.
His fingers slid through her hair with careful ease, gathering the soft strands to one side. Then he pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a necklace. With deliberate tenderness, he fastened it around Annabel’s neck.
Annabel looked at the necklace, then at her reflection in the mirror.
At first glance, the design seemed simple—almost too modest for the expensive gown she wore. But in the next instant, her eyes widened as realization struck.
“Impossible.” Annabel touched the necklace, bewildered.
“You said you liked it.” Rupert toyed with her hair, completely captivated by her.
To say Annabel was moved didn’t even begin to cover it. The necklace was a design by a famous jeweler whose work she had long admired. But the designer had retired years ago, and his last draft was said to have never been completed—so it shouldn’t exist at all. Yet here it was, resting against her skin.
She had never imagined Rupert would remember a passing comment she once made while regretting the designer’s retirement.
“How did you do this?” Annabel asked, surprise written all over her face as she looked at Rupert through the mirror.