No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 446 That Was Her Private Collection

Zachary chuckled. "So, you get to do whatever you want, huh?"

"Oh? You won't allow it?" Lenora raised an eyebrow.

Zachary leaned toward her, with one knee resting on the bed. "Let me see how the picture turned out."

Lenora's candid shot is remarkable! It's so much better than the ones from yesterday!

"Not bad, right?" She glanced at him, clearly waiting for his praise.

Zachary raised an eyebrow. "What if I wanted to use this picture in a magazine?"

"Absolutely not." Lenora rejected resolutely.

""Why not?"

Lenora put away her phone and said self-righteously, "You're featured in a business magazine, so this photo doesn't fit the theme. It would have been fine if it was for an entertainment magazine."

She does have a point. It's her private collection, after all.

Zachary buttoned up the top of his shirt.

Upon glancing at him, Lenora had a thought. She climbed out of bed and made a dash for the living room. "My phone's out of battery. I'm going to grab the charger."

Unaware of anything out of the ordinary, Zachary casually grabbed the tie hanging on the back of a chair and tied a Windsor knot.

"Zachary."

Zachary turned toward her at the sound of her voice.

Click.

Lenora was holding up the camera and pointing it at him.

In the photograph, Zachary was adjusting his tie, and he had a serious expression as he looked at the camera. His countenance was calm, and his eyes were resolute yet filled with gentleness. She couldn't help but drown in them. Lenora, the master photographer, had begun to work.

She hadn't even had time to change. She was still wearing an ultra-short slip dress that barely reached her thighs, her bare feet pressed against the floor. Her round, adorable big toe overlapped her second toe as she stood there, holding her camera with a serious expression.

"What other shots do you want to take?" Zachary asked helplessly.

"Do whatever you want. Just pretend I'm not here."

Lenora wanted to capture the image through candid photography.

then strode toward the

aperture and shutter speed, adjusting the parameters. She then took

still holding the camera. He couldn't help but laugh. "Are you planning

was at a loss for

"No. There's no need."

was standing by the bathroom door, camera in hand, when she suddenly heard

she blushed and subtly took

bathroom, he headed straight to the kitchen. He took out a pot, filled it with water, and was about to place it

still spilled over,

patch on his shirt that

worry about it. I'll change my clothes

of water, switched the stove on, covered the pot, and set some

to change my

said, her camera at the ready,

in his tracks, turned around, and gave her

nightgown barely covered her hips,

only ones on this floor, what if someone

briefly and said, "Give me a

her wardrobe and slipped it on. Grabbing her

him into the

when he was about to undress after taking

the viewers in; the teasing was relentless. It

blush creeping up her ears. Despite that, she didn't miss a beat. Her fingers swiftly clicked the

raised eyebrow. Then, he proceeded to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one, his movements slow and graceful. He

became heavier as he

of water traced their

breath, rapidly clicking the

be spiraling out

gripped the

tossed it aside with a flick of his arm, leaving himself

displaying his

strength, which starkly contrasted with his usual

swallowed, suddenly feeling

onto his genuine leather belt. He gazed at her with a half-smile and asked, "Do I

an eyebrow.

could reply, his hand was already resting on

a twist of his thumb and index finger, he

Next, he began unzipping.

the black suit trousers hung

breath, looked around, and pointed

slightly while narrowing his eyes a bit.