Mr. Remus Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce

Chapter 129

Realizing that her voice was too loud, Kimberly quickly covered her mouth and took a moment to respond.

“Are you serious?”

She never expected Silvia to be married, let alone to Neil.

“I wonder who just told me she wouldn’t be surprised.”

Kimberly was at a loss for words.

“Alright, you don’t have to be surprised. He and I will be divorced soon, so let’s just focus on finding the right dress for now. Since he’s willing to buy me one, I obviously have to accept it.”

Kimberly was bewildered, but she understood that it was not the right time for questions. She quickly took a silvery–gray dress for Silvia to try on.

As Silvia stepped out of the fitting room, the store’s staff and the other customers were entranced by

her.

She walked up to Neil and asked, “How do I look?”

She had always designed dresses for others. It was her first time wearing her own design.

dress had a deep V–neck that flawlessly showcased her cleavage. It also had a ring cutout at the waist, which revealed her fair and delicate skin. In addition, the dress had an open–back design and a slit that extended

frowned when

doesn’t look good. Change.”

at herself in the mirror and frowned. “I

doesn’t look good, then it doesn’t. Try another

on several more dresses. She finally received a reluctant

on a sapphire

“This one’s okay.”

admit that Neil had an eye for choosing dresses. The tube dress accentuated her fair skin and gave her a cold, regal

his card to Kimberly and said, “Wrap up all the dresses she tried on and the heels of her choice. Then,

was stunned for a moment. “U–Understood.”

be so generous. The dresses Silvia tried on and the heels would

was

frowned when she recalled Silvia saying that they were about to get

Silvia picked out a pair of heels, Kimberly completed the transaction with Neil’s card. When she returned the card to him, he suddenly said, “By the way, I’d like to hire Ella as my wife’s personal fashion designer. The price is negotiable. Could you

she subconsciously glanced at Silvia.

sorry, Mr. Remus, but Elia doesn’t take orders.”

indifferently, and he quickly handed her Neil’s

mind, she can

“Alright.”

where a hairstylist curled her long hair into loose waves. From there, they headed to