Chapter 166

Overwhelmed by Thomas's presence, the trio of men refrained from approaching Leah directly, opting instead to linger with unabashed stares and soft words of admiration. Leah, feeling exposed and vulnerable, sensed the heat rising in her cheeks under their scrutinising gaze. Grateful for Thomas taking her hand, she followed him towards the elevator, aware of the lingering gazes and the symphony of mournful sighs blending with the rhythmic click of her stiletto heels on the marble floor.

Her discomfort heightened, imagining that they were probably fixated on her backside. A cold sweat broke out on her neck, and she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being under a microscope. Puzzled and self-conscious, she wondered why the intense scrutiny occurred until realisation struck like lightning.

It was the dress.

The small red dress she had plucked from her closet in his father's mansion, deeming it the simplest and most comfortable choice in her limited wardrobe, initially envisioned