Chapter 862: Was I imagining it?
[DRAGON’S DEN]
The dinner Dragon hosted unfolded as planned. Leo and Hera received formal attires for the occasion. Although Hera had a plethora of clothes to choose from, she dismissed the idea, since everything she wore from head to toe was provided by Dragon.
Standing beside the bed, Hera stared at the red fitted dress in an open box. Another box containing a pair of stilettos was beside the dress, along with a small note. Hera picked up the card, which read:
[Wear this tonight.]
A shallow breath slipped past her nostrils as she shifted her gaze to the dress once more. A ridiculing scoff escaped her at the sight of it.
"Didn’t he say he likes her?" she whispered. "Yet he doesn’t even know she’s sick and tired of this color."
Hera tossed the card onto the bed, picking up the dress to inspect it. She nodded approvingly, admitting Dragon truly had a sophisticated taste. Considering he had always been like that, it didn’t surprise her anymore.
"I wonder..." she murmured, looking up at the window where she could see a part of the garden. "Just what is there to celebrate?"
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