This man is becoming increasingly romantic, and I'm not complaining.

Lily placed her hands lightly on Alexander's shoulders and gazed at him softly. "Since my husband is so kind, I can't be ungracious, can I?"

"Huh?" He looked up at her. She's so charming.

"Since I know who she is, I won't do anything to embarrass you!" Lily was no fool. She knew the salesgirl had been trying to cause trouble, but Lily wouldn't let her succeed.

"Good girl!" Alexander tapped Lily's nose, scooped her up, and carried her upstairs.

Lily was startled. "What are you doing?!" Her hands tightened around him, fearing she might fall.

"It's late. You should rest. We can talk tomorrow."

"But I haven't replied..."

"You can reply to her in your room."

Lily was prone to neglecting sleep and meals when working. As her husband, Alexander felt responsible for her well-being.

The afternoon sun warmed the room, filtering through the leaves and glass. Lily stirred her warm milk—caffeine was off-limits now.

Later, a black car pulled up to the coffee shop, and a girl emerged. The shop was crowded. The girl paused at the door, scanning the interior before entering. Her eyes finally settled on Lily, who nodded and smiled. The girl then approached their table.

In their private booth, the girl removed her long gloves, revealing fair arms. Chubby, she moved with a slight tremor, panting slightly from her walk, but her skin was as white as snow, giving her the appearance of a soft bun.

"Would you like something to drink, Miss?" a waiter inquired.

"A glass of lemonade," the girl replied, her words light and quick, almost inaudible. She turned to Lily. "Where's my dress?" she demanded.

Lily smiled faintly. "As far as I know, Ms. Rollins, you ordered your dress from a boutique, not me."

"Y-You're toying with me!" Anastasia's face flushed crimson, her fair skin betraying her anger.

This girl seems very short-tempered.