The Bound Between Us

Chapter 709

Alisa felt her good mood slipping away as she noticed Jason hadn't glanced her way even once. Frustrated, she walked over to him and asked, "Does this dress not look good on me?"

She knew Monica had bought a similar dress, and Alisa had asked the store clerk to fetch her the same one-a bright orange maxi dress. However, unlike Monica, who had a fair complexion and a figure that could pull off anything, Alisa had to opt for a larger size to

accommodate her wider shoulders and a bit of extra padding around her waist and hips.

Wearing the dress, Alisa felt it did her no favors. Her complexion, her hair, everything seemed mismatched with the bold color. It just didn't pop; instead, it dulled her down to looking like any ordinary woman who would blend into the crowd.

Jason, absorbed in his phone, was scrolling through Facebook when he stumbled upon a post by Monica. She was wearing the same orange dress, but it looked spectacular on her. Her fair skin glowed against the color, and her figure was highlighted beautifully, with her hair elegantly tied up, exposing her graceful collarbones. The picture was taken at Southridge Estates, where she and Anastasia were enjoying afternoon tea.

The noise from Alisa finally drew Jason's attention, and he noticed her dress-a replica of Monica's. As someone who appreciated aesthetics, his brain couldn't help but make the comparison.

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She hadn't felt the pinch when buying it, but now the regret was palpable. She hadn't even removed

to mimic Monica. "Anastasia," he said gently, "everyone has their own style and

faltered, and she looked at him, crestfallen. "You don't like it, do you? Jason, I don't want you calling me Anastasia-please, just call me Alisa, okay?"

the dress tightly, her voice rising with emotion. "I'm already yours, Jason. After we move Will, we should set a date to get engaged. Your mom's coming over soon, right? It'd be the perfect time for our families to discuss the wedding." "Anastasia, I can't marry you," Jason said with a heavy heart. "And I won't. I'll make it up

anything else I want you to marry me. I'm already yours," Alisa cried, her determination unyielding. "Everyone knows about us, even Big Daniel's mom. They're all expecting us to get married. I could be a good

marry you. We're not right for each other. You're Will's wife, and marrying

clear and direct, words like a sharp knife, but necessary. He should have addressed this earlier; he owed her closure but couldn't

losing control. "I have to marry you, Jason. You owe it to me,