The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Winter stood before the mirror, she kept staring and admiring her own figure.

“Hmm… Not bad at all.” Smiling and nodding in satisfaction, she decided to take the one she tried on.

However, she was about to unhook it when she realized that she was unable to.

She fumbled for the hook, only to realize it was stuck.

She started to panic right then, but the more she struggled, the tighter the bra became.

As she sweated all over her brow, she gently knocked on the door.

“Is the retail assistant still there?” Frank looked around, but the retail assistant was

“She got into another changing cubicle,

you for a favor, Frank?” “Sure,”

slightly, saying gingerly, “Just come in here for a moment…‘ “What?” Frank was dumbstruck. “I… probably shouldn’t?” Winter’s cheeks were beet red, her voice tiny even as she realized he misunderstood. “That’s not what I mean! My bra hook is stuck and I can’t detach it. I need your help here–I can’t go out, y’know!” Frank understood with a start–he should have known Winter was

he looked around to make sure no one was inside before

the bra, her fair skin in full view as she hung her head, keeping her arms over her chest as she muttered, “Frank, could you take a look at the hook?” Frank’s gaze

help you.” “Okay,” Winter said without hesitation but flinched when Frank’s hands touched