"Why?” I ask but Alexander does not respond and instead walks towards me, his eyes never leaving the gown. Once he was a few metres away, he finally takes his gaze off my dress, but only repeated what he had said initially.
“I want that dress off you.”
I'm about to insist on why he wants me to do so, but he turns around and heads into the car, I follow suite and a crease forms between my brows before I turn to face him. “Why do you want me to change into something else? Is there something wrong with the dress?”
He ignored me and instead faced Jarred, who was handling the steering wheel. "Take us to a boutique."
I didn't utter a word and just gazed out the window, confusion still etched on my face. Why in the world was he so adherent on me changing?
Soon we arrived at the butique and w
