Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 77

Serena subtly turned her body, hiding her face in the shadows as she swiftly changed out of her evening gown.

"I bumped into your sister," Aaron mentioned casually.

Despite Serena's quick movements, Aaron caught glimpses of her skin, smooth and pale like silk.

His gaze darkened slightly, and he frowned.

"That girl is getting more and more out of hand. I'll have a word with her after the celebration."

A sarcastic smile tugged at Serena's lips. Vivian didn't respect her because Aaron didn't truly care about her.

She absentmindedly tugged at the zipper on the back of her dress, lost in thought.

Suddenly—

The zipper got stuck.

No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.

Serena's expression changed. She wouldn't ask Aaron for help; every time she did, he coldly refused her.

"Let me," Aaron's lazy voice broke the silence, echoing softly in the room.

skipped a beat. The next moment, a hand rested on her shoulder,

large hand, even through the thin fabric, felt like a brand, causing her

She held her breath.

equally intense. Serena's skin was as white as

by inch, each

breathing became distinct in the hushed

finally broke the

"Who told

"Vivian."

"Nosy as ever."

into a faint smile. As she suspected, Aaron was

on her coming to the

words were

an eyebrow. "Congratulate

spoke, the zipper

turned, looking at his chiseled features

engagement to Cynthia Lynwood. Anyway,

grabbed Serena's hand. "What

playing dumb,

you I'm marrying Cynthia Lynwood? Didn't you think, even for a moment, that the bride could

a few seconds. She swiftly regained her composure. "Your bride could be anyone, but it

he was about to speak,