MUST WADDLE LIKE A MODEL

After he finished speaking, Mark Lawson laughed a few times in a low, deep voice. He looks so happy sitting on the side of the sofa. He picked up the glass of red wine that had been poured for him on the table, stirred the wine by turning the glass twice, then took a leisurely sip.

Cecilia clenched her hands tightly. HER whole body was shaking with fear. Cecilia looked at the large, fiery red bed and pulled up the blanket. Cecilia wanted to make sure that under the blanket, there was nothing for her to worry about. However, it turned out to be really...

Cecilia glanced at Mark Lawson for a moment, and then she found a pair of the man's eyes staring at her intently. A gaze so piercing that it made Cecilia tremble at the bottom of her heart. Cecilia knew she couldn't escape today.

Right now, Cecilia was like a poor hamster caught by a hunting eagle and placing it in a nest. A hamster who can only be silent when the hunting eagle plays with it until it is exhausted then eats it little by little.

Mark Lawson looked impatient. The man crossed his legs while punching the small table in front of him with one hand. What Mark Lawson did was like stabbing Cecilia's heart deeper.

"Quickly take off your clothes! Come here and pour me a glass of wine!"

Cecilia was suddenly surprised to hear orders from Mark Lawson. She hastily ran to the big bed and pulled off the blanket. Cecilia quickly picked out two clothes from under the blanket.

Of all the clothes on the big bed, Cecilia had to choose two for her. However, the clothes that Mark Lawson had provided for her were too revealing compared to her already torn and tattered dress.

Cecilia walked over to the man sitting on the sofa, trying to cover her body with her slender arms. Even though Cecilia tried hard to cover her body with her arms and palms, it was not enough to cover her entire body.

Cecilia looked at Mark Lawson with a piercing gaze. Cecilia then asked the man, "This is the dress you prepared for me?"

Mark Lawson, who didn't see the anger on Cecilia's face, suddenly laughed: "What? Do you like it? Even matre women like to wear those clothes, because they can invite men with money to come to them."

After saying that, Mark Lawson's expression suddenly changed. Mark Lawson immediately snapped at Cecilia to give the woman an order, "Put that on! You don't forget, you are just a business smoothing tool. So if you can't satisfy me, I can make Caesar Group collapse in an instant tomorrow morning!"

"Yeah... I, I'm wearing it now."

Cecilia narrowed her eyes. She wore the mini dress stiffly. In a few seconds, Cecilia had put the mini dress on her body,

Cecilia didn't know how she looked at the moment. She just felt so much shame that she felt like dying right there. Even though it was hot outside, she could feel the cold air piercing to the bone.

Mark Lawson, the man who humiliated Cecilia the most, saw Cecilia changing into the mini dress he bought for Cecilia. His eyes widened when he saw the figure of Cecilia, who looked suitable in the mini dress.

"Come here and pour some wine into a glass for me." said Mark Lawson, tapping the small table in front of him with his fingers.

Cecilia took a deep breath. With a stiff motion, Cecilia approached Mark Lawson, who was waiting for her to be served. Cecilia squatted down while covering her chest with her palms, and then she poured wine into a tall glass.

Mark Lawson picked up a wine glass, stirred it gently by shaking the glass. With a mischievous smile, Mark Lawson said to Cecilia, "Get your hands out of there."

Cecilia, who could do nothing but obey Mark Lawson's orders, slowly let go of her hand that had been covering her chest. The mini dress Cecilia was wearing was tiny. It couldn't be said to be a proper outfit at all because it couldn't cover the rest of her body. Cecilia felt embarrassed while wearing the dress.

The glass of red wine fell to the floor. Hence, it made the glass shatter, and the contents spilled.

"Ah!" Cecilia was surprised to see the wine spilled and wet her mini dress. The air conditioner blowing so fast in the room made Cecilia, who was already cold, even colder because her body and dress were wet.

Mark Lawson poured the wine into his glass and took a slow sip. Then, he said to Cecilia, "Even though I am a rich person, the dress you are wearing is very expensive! This dress was designed by a famous fashion designer, and I asked her to make such a model specially! You're already wearing such an expensive dress, but your movements are as stiff as a tree trunk! You want to show your discontent with me huh? Okay, then I will withdraw the cooperation contract with Caesar Group tomorrow morning."

"What, what do you want from me?" Cecilia asked in a trembling voice. Cecilia felt a cold sensation flow from her waist, which was wet from the spilled wine. It felt wet and made Cecilia uncomfortable.

"Walk elegantly like a noble lady and returned to bed. Then, walked towards me like a model. Remember, your ass has to waddle like those women!"

An overwhelming feeling of shame like a blunt object hit Cecilia's head hard. He didn't expect Mark Lawson to hate him so much.

What is this?! What have I done?!

"It's not going fast enough." Mark Lawson said flatly. After he finished speaking, he threw the glass still filled with wine on the floor, causing Cecilia's path to be flooded with wine.

Everything that happened to Cecilia was as if she owed Mark Lawson a lot.

Three years ago, Cecilia broke up with Mark Lawson when she was going through the lowest point in her life. When Cecilia left him, Mark Lawson was utterly devastated.

Tonight, Cecilia was in the position where Mark Lawson was hurt and devastated by her abandonment.

When Cecilia returned to the bed, she looked in the mirror beside the big bed. Looking at herself in the mirror, Cecilia was devastated. With a mini dress drenched in the red wine spilled, Cecilia's appearance was very messy. The wine was flowing from his waist to her thighs, creating a cold sensation that stimulated the nerves in his skin. Uncomfortable!

A street like a model? Catwalks?

Cecilia stepped out like a model to impress Mark Lawson. Step by step, Cecilia walked towards Mark Lawson with a swaying butt.

"Look ahead, puff out your chest! Shake her ass more flexibly!"

"Okay good. Now put your hands on your dress!"

What did he say?!

Cecilia had no idea where to put her hands. She stood before Mark Lawson with the helpless look he gave the man. She had already accepted all forms of humiliation from him and allowed him to play games with her.

Cecilia froze where she stood. Mark Lawson telling her to put her hands on her shirt? Where should she put it while the dress she is wearing is so tiny?

"Why are you so silent? Hurry up, I'm busy!"

Mark Lawson was waiting for Cecilia and looked impatient. Cecilia found it very difficult to comply with what the man asked. His heart was broken and sad to see what Mark Lawson had done to him.

Cecilia slowly placed a hand on her chest. Then, step by step, she walked over to Mark Lawson. The man drew closer to Cecilia. He closed his eyes in front of Cecilia and took a deep breath.

"Hm… the smell…."

A few seconds later, Cecilia fell into Mark Lawson's arms. It had been a long time since she had hugged Mark Lawson since she broke up with him.