Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 83 A few days later, I changed into the evening gown Eric had gifted me. My face in the mirror looked even more gentle yet dignified against the pure white color of the gown.

I wasn't usually one to care about my appearance, but for some reason, I actually felt nervous wearing the gown. As I headed downstairs, I discovered that Eric was already waiting in the front hall.

When he heard the sound of my high heels clicking on the floor, he looked up at me.

The moment our eyes met, my breathing hitched slightly, and I instinctively clenched my hands into tight fists.

I could clearly see how Eric froze in place as intense yet complex emotions surged within his eyes. It almost felt as if those emotions would swallow me whole.

"Do I... not look nice?" I asked reflexively.

Eric looked dazed for a few seconds before a faint smile appeared on his lips. He stepped forward, extending a hand toward me.

"Not at all. You look very nice," he replied.

I smiled and placed a hand in his palm, feeling a wave of warmth rolling over me.

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