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

parameters. She then took two steps back and snapped Zachary's

was still holding the camera. He couldn't help but laugh. "Are you planning to take a photo of me

at a loss for

"No. There's no need."

bathroom door, camera in hand, when she

blushed and

the kitchen. He took out a pot, filled it with water, and was about to place it on the stove when Lenora accidentally bumped into him. She was so engrossed in

still

noticing a damp patch on his shirt that subtly revealed the contours of the muscles

worry about it. I'll change

a fresh pot of water, switched the stove

to change

camera at the ready, itching to follow

his tracks, turned around, and gave her

barely covered her hips, revealing her

though we're the only ones on this floor, what if someone

and

longer shirt dress from her wardrobe and slipped it on. Grabbing her camera, she

him into

when he was about to undress after taking out a new shirt from

slowly loosening the tie. Yet, his eyes were fixed intently on the camera as if he were hooking the viewers in; the teasing was relentless. It was as if he were looking straight into Lenora's eyes through the lens. The sunlight draped over him, casting beautiful shadows on the wall. The light further

Her fingers swiftly clicked the camera to capture every movement while adjusting the focal length. "That's it.

saying anything while looking at her with a half-smile and a raised eyebrow. Then, he proceeded to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one, his movements slow and graceful. He was

as he unbuttoned his

visible. A few lingering drops of water traced their way down his physique, slowly disappearing into his suit pants and disappearing

breath,

seemed to be spiraling out

quickly gripped

chest, smoothly removing his shirt. He tossed it aside with a flick of his arm, leaving himself half-naked as he bathed under the sunlight. Only trousers

displaying his

starkly contrasted with his

feeling

at her with a half-smile and asked, "Do I need to take this off

eyebrow. "Are

reply, his hand was already resting on the

twist of his thumb and index finger, he had

Next, he began unzipping.

the black suit trousers hung loosely around his

breath, looked around, and pointed to

legs crossed and his head leaning against the wall. He tilted his chin up slightly