“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.

her dress tightly, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's penetrating stare boring into

of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting the zipper

body involuntarily flinched, a hint

Timothy's

a bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling

longer, she asked, "Are you

"Almost."

a zipper. Why

the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from

in a deep breath, feeling her heart

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

in surprise, breaking free from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all

contemplative silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive

to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have

dress and briskly made her way

a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by

casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider

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