Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 4 Kneel to Take Her Measurements

Chapter 4 Kneel to Take Her Measurements

"I washed it!" Stella said hurriedly. "I can assure you it's clean and tidy."

"Heh, washed?" The clerk sneered. "Miss, you were only renting it for one day. Why did you need to

wash it? You were renting it for your wedding, not for farming, right?"

Stella blushed, embarrassed by the clerk's words.

Her wedding day had turned out to be as challenging as tilling the fields. She had braved the rain,

trudging along muddy country roads, staining her pristine white wedding gown and shoes, and wearing

out her feet.

The clerk fiddled with the hem of her wedding dress, occasionally casting disgusted glances at her.

"Miss, even if this wedding dress needs to be washed, it has to be dry cleaned!" the clerk said. "You

know what dry cleaning means, right?"

The clerk saw that Stella was gullible and deliberately mocked her. "Alas, since we opened this store,

wedding dresses have been selling out one by one. Renting one is a first for us... Heh, if you can't

afford to buy a wedding dress, why are you even married?"

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Suddenly, a biting voice rang out. Stella froze and turned around to see Liam striding in from the door.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and his whole body emitted an awful aura.

He walked over to Stella's side and naturally wrapped his arm around her shoulder. With a cold laugh,

he looked at the clerk and said, "Your business scope includes wedding dress rental. It's on the

signboard. Do you think everyone's blind?"

"You..." the clerk started to say.

"Besides," Liam continued, "I see that your wedding dresses here are average in style and not of

superior quality. There's no need to buy one!"

The clerk rolled her eyes at them. "If you can't afford it, just say so! And don't pick at our flaws... Heh,

we have designer customized products in the store."

Liam arched his eyebrows as his gaze fell upon the wedding dress adorning the mannequin at the

heart of the lobby. The dress boasted an elegant fishtail design, destined to accentuate the wearer's

curves. Delicately embroidered with hints of gold, it shimmered with broken diamonds intricately

embedded across the bodice.

The design was indeed more outstanding, but still not comparable to the good things he had seen

before.

"You can stop looking at it!" The clerk mocked her coldly. "You can't afford it anyway. Miss, I really feel

sorry for you. You're so beautiful, but you have married the wrong man. What a waste of your

appearance!"

"It's not your place as an outsider to talk about me and my husband's business!" Stella said

aggressively.

Liam was stunned. This little woman had always been meek, but now she was arguing with someone.

Stella took a step forward and glared at the clerk. "I can take the wedding dress to the dry cleaners and

send it back afterward. But you must apologize to my husband for what you just said."

"What?" The clerk was taken aback.

Stella was soft-natured, but she had her limits. She could tolerate others bullying her, but if they bullied

those close to her - even if it was her husband, whom she had only just married - she would fight back

with everything she had.

Her face red, she enunciated, "I said, apologize to my husband!"

The clerk gave her a blank look, treating her like air.

"Don't bother!" Liam said gently, curling his lips as he looked down at her. "Do you like that wedding

dress?"

"Huh?"

Stella followed the direction of his finger and saw the golden, glittering wedding dress in the middle.

She was impressed.

But she didn't understand what he meant.

Liam smirked and took out a card, placing it on the counter. "My wife likes that wedding dress. I'll take

it."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. The clerk looked at him with wide eyes, and Stella was a little

overwhelmed.

"Liam, what are you doing?" She tugged on his sleeve and reminded him in a low voice, "We've had

our wedding."

"We can keep one as a souvenir," Liam said indifferently. "That is a customized dress, which means

they need to take your measurements and tailor it. Do you have someone in your store for the job?"

Only then did the clerk react and immediately put on a flattering smile. Folding her hands, she bowed

respectfully. "Sir, do you really want it?"

"Yes. Go ahead and take her measurements now."

"I'll call over the designer right away," said the clerk.

"Miss," Liam said, raising his bushy eyebrows. "Can't you do it?"

The clerk's expression stiffened.

"If you can't, then forget it."

In front of this awe-inspiring man, the clerk panicked. Such orders were rare, and she had an obligation

to measure customers. So, she took out a tape measure and approached Stella.

"Miss, let me..."

"Can you measure up to the hem of the dress like this?" Liam snorted lightly, his eyes like ink as he

coldly stared at her. "For this job, you should get on your knees."