Chris loved Evelyn's outfit. She looked dignified and elegant, a far cry from her usual sultry, provocative persona.
Evelyn reached out to touch his cheek, asking with a smile, "You like me dressed like this, don't you?"
Before he could answer, she hummed softly. "Those eyes of yours are burning like you want to set me on fire. I know you like it."
Chris chuckled. "You play the part of a proper lady quite convincingly."
Evelyn sighed inwardly. If she were truly a proper lady, she wouldn't be entangled with someone like him.
She silently berated herself. 'This is the kind of woman I am,' she thought, 'only able to feign grace and dignity. In truth, no one truly cares about me.'
Only during those intimate moments, when his emotions were intertwined with hers, when his eyes saw only her
