When Desmond did not say anything, Greg raised his brows. "Don't tell me you did something stupid again."
"Why would you say that?" He frowned. "Couldn't it be that she told me something stupid and now I am mad?"
"Did she?" Greg raised his brows.
Desmond pursed his lips. "Get the hell out of here." He then proceeded to close the door.
"Now hold on a second." Greg stopped him. "See mate, there are two ways you can do this. You keep denying the fact that Elsa is going to be your wife and you will probably have to spend the rest of your life with her or accept it and be happy."
He placed his hand on his shoulder. "You know there is no way out of this so why not embrace it and be happy. She is a strong and beautiful woman. If I were you, I would be celebrating the fact that I get to call her my wife."
When Desmond did not say anything, Greg patted his shoulder before leaving.
…..
[Inside the room]
After taking a quick shower, Elsa stepped out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. She looked at her dress that was lying on the floor. There was no way she could sleep
wearing it. But on the other hand, she also couldn't sleep with a towel wrapped around her.
She contemplated for a while before opening Desmond's wardrobe. She could really use a t-shirt or shirt to clad for the night.
But shouldn't she ask him first?
"Eh..whatever." She grabbed one of his neatly ironed white shirts and wore it.
As soon as she finished wearing it, Desmond entered the room without any prior warning or permission.
"Can't you knock?" She snapped at him.
"Can't you—" He stopped when his eyes landed on what she was wearing. In fact, it wasn't the neatly ironed shirt that grabbed his attention, it was her soft skin.
The first three or four buttons of the shirt were left undone, giving him a peak of her chest. The hem of the shirt ended in her midthigh. Her hair was still wet and her skin was flushed probably because of the hot shower she took.
Desmond wanted to take his eyes off her but for some reason he couldn't. The woman standing in front of him was a beauty and there was no way anyone could deny it.
Elsa on the other hand was feeling very self conscious with the way he was staring at her. As his eyes roamed up and down her body, her heart beat kept escalating. But there was no way she was willing to show him how flustered he was making her feel.
She gathered herself together and snapped her finger in front of his face. "I asked, can't you knock before coming in? Where are your manners?"
Desmond awkwardly cleared his throat and looked away. "Well, it's my room. I don't have to knock before entering my own room."
He gave her the clothes Greg had just dropped off. "Some clothes for you."
When Elsa hesitated to take them, he said, "These are fresh, Greg just dropped them off."
"So Greg is the one who picks up clothes for all your girlfriends?" She scoffed, "I know he works for you but I never thought he is your personal assistant too."
"Change and come out of dinner." He chose to ignore her snappy comment and walked out of the room.
…..
[Kitchen]
After the takeouts arrived, Desmond placed them on the table before calling out for Elsa.
When she stepped out of the room wearing the same white shirt, he clenched his jaws. Is this woman trying to torture him?
"I thought you were going to cook." Elsa took her seat. "But a takeout is fine too."
"What are you wearing?"
She looked down at the white shirt and answered, "A shirt."
"I know that," Desmond gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you change?"
"I didn't feel like changing." She once again ignored him and was about to open her takeout when he grabbed her hand.
"Elsa, go change into the clothes Greg bought for you." He calmly repeated himself.
"Why?" She was going to stay over only for the night and would leave early in the morning. And since she had already worn the shirt, she thought it was pointless to change again. "I am comfortable in what I am wearing right now."
Desmond tightened his grip around her hand and sighed. "Elsa, change," he insisted again.
"Why?" She frowned. She couldn't understand what his problem was.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Change before I end up doing something you will not like and something I will definitely regret later."
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