"I said I helped take your wedding dress off." He smirked.
Clank.
The spoon dropped from her hand as she stared at Rhett with open mouth.
What?
What did he say? She blinked as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"What did you say?" She asked, unable to digest what she had just heard.
Rhett smirked and widened as he gladly repeated boldly, "I said I helped you out of the dress. You look uncomfortable so I had to step in as your husband and help you."
Genevieve consciously wrapped her hand around herself protectively.
"You….why did you do that?" She yelled.
Rhett's brows raised in surprise, he was shocked by her reaction.
"I just told you why I did it so I think I don't have to explain myself again."
Genevieve glared at him, "That didn't give you the right to take my dress off Mr! You have absolutely no right!" She was vexed.
"I do have the right to do that little bird."