Chapter 340
Chapter 340:
Their eager flattery seemed to ease the sting of Ashton’s words. Vivian’s expression softened, her anger subsiding under the comforting balm of their attention.
Ashton felt a surge of irritation rising within him, an emotion he rarely allowed to surface. His years spent honing his various skills had left little room for social interactions, especially with women.
In his limited experience, he had never encountered anyone as obnoxiously rude and overbearing as Vivian—not even Emalee, who often sneered at him, had ever displayed such brazen arrogance.
He regretted ever stepping in to help her. Why had he bothered to assist someone so clearly unworthy of his time?
With a sigh of exasperation, Ashton spoke, his voice tinged with impatience. “You’re reading too much into this. I have no interest in her whatsoever. The matter is settled, so please step aside and let me pass p>
Vivian had managed to compose herself somewhat, but her cheeks burned with renewed fury.
She clenched her teeth, her eyes flashing with anger. “You’re lying! There’s no way someone as uncultured and crass as you could ignore me. You’re just pretending not to care to get my attention p>
Ashton’s patience was wearing thin. No matter how he responded, Vivian twisted his words to fit her narrative. It was clear that the best response was to ignore her altogether.
At that moment, the door to the dressing room Rosalie had been in swung open, and she stepped out, clad in a deep blue dress that accentuated her every curve. Her elegance was like a breath of fresh air, her beauty radiating like the dawn breaking over a still ocean. Her flawless features and graceful poise made her appear almost ethereal.
Even Ashton, who had seen his fair share of remarkable sights, was momentarily captivated. Words like “stunning” and “perfect” seemed inadequate to describe her.
A warm smile spread across his face, and without another glance at the people around him, Ashton pushed through the crowd and made his way toward Rosalie. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, her smile brightening as if the sun had just come out.
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Vivian watched this unfold, her dissatisfaction giving way to burning curiosity. She wanted to see who had managed to capture the interest of a man who had so easily dismissed her. But as Vivian’s gaze settled on Rosalie, she knew immediately that she was outclassed.
In every possible way—her looks, her poise, her aura of effortless grace—Rosalie was in a league of her own. Vivian’s own beauty and style, which she had always prided herself on, seemed utterly ordinary in comparison.
The young men who had been clamoring for Vivian’s attention were equally stunned. They stared at Rosalie, their jaws slack, their breath caught in their throats.
How could such perfection exist in this world? Her beauty was nothing short of astonishing, almost otherworldly in its brilliance. Unaware of the drama that had transpired just moments before, Rosalie, delighted with her new dress, walked toward Ashton, her smile as radiant as the morning sun.