Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

“Close your eyes first," Mia instructed.

However, Timothy didn't comply this time.

He looked down at her and reasoned, "You're asking me to help you put on this dress, right? But how can I do that if I close my eyes?"

Mia fell silent, realizing the implication of her request.

Timothy continued, "We were once married and even have children together. What's there to be shy about in front of me?"

“I'm not shy.”

"Stay still."

Timothy remained silent thereafter. Once he had steadied Mia, he positioned himself behind her.

As he looked at Mia's beautiful, fair back, a depth of emotion shone in his eyes.

Noticing the stuck zipper at her waist, Timothy swiftly crouched down behind her.

gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling

of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy

Mia's body involuntarily flinched,

you moving?" Timothy's voice

bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling the temperature in

it any longer,

"Almost."

Why are you taking so

Mia's words trailed off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from her

in a deep breath, feeling her

behind Mia, leaning down to her ear as he whispered, "I've never

surprise, breaking free from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all

silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive to you as

hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage of men who treat

dress and briskly made her

heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It

Timothy emerged, he casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone who treats you

Timothy lounging against the door frame, his usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken