“Close your eyes first," Mia instructed.

However, Timothy didn't comply this time.

He looked down at her and reasoned, "You're asking me to help you put on this dress, right? But how can I do that if I close my eyes?"

Mia fell silent, realizing the implication of her request.

Timothy continued, "We were once married and even have children together. What's there to be shy about in front of me?"

“I'm not shy.”

"Stay still."

Timothy remained silent thereafter. Once he had steadied Mia, he positioned himself behind her.

As he looked at Mia's beautiful, fair back, a depth of emotion shone in his eyes.

Noticing the stuck zipper at her waist, Timothy swiftly crouched down behind her.

the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling

her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting the zipper of

brushed against her back, Mia's body

are you moving?" Timothy's voice

bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling the temperature in

to tolerate it any longer, she asked, "Are you

"Almost."

a zipper. Why are

Mia's words trailed off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from her waist, inch

deep breath, feeling her

to her ear as he whispered, "I've never assisted a woman with her dress like

suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all that remarkable. You've never lent me

silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive to you as I

acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage of men who treat

her dress and briskly made

her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling

Timothy emerged, he casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as

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