Chapter 3 Why Are You Wearing
Her Dress?
Joe wasn’t expecting Wendy to be at his home.
And more than that… she was wearing Mia’s dress.
The white strapless dress didn’t fit Wendy’s curvy figure, and her breasts were spilling out the top. But she hugged Joe as if she didn’t notice it at all.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Wendy asked flirtatiously. She placed her fingers on the back of Joe’s neck and caressed his skin.
Joe pushed her away, frowning. “Who let you in? And why are you wearing Mia’s clothes?”
Wendy’s smile faltered for a moment. But she quickly composed herself and played coy.
“The maid Emma let me in. I accidentally spilled coffee on myself when I got here. I’m just borrowing one of Mia’s dresses. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, right?”
“Where is Mia?”
Back when Joe accidentally brought Wendy’s l*psticks back home, Mia was furious and even told Sir Smith about it. So, Joe
found it hard to believe that Mia would lend her dress to Wendy.
“How should I know? She wasn’t here when I arrived,” Wendy replied.
Her eyes lowered slightly as she continued to move closer to Joe and lean in to k*ss him.
An image of Mia wearing the same dress flashed in Joe’s mind, and he avoided Wendy’s hand.
“Joe?”
“Don’t wear her clothes anymore,” Joe spat, “They don’t suit
you.”
Wendy wanted to say something else, but he cut her off, “You should go home now. I’ll see you tonight at the Mystery Club.”
Wendy was surprised that Joe would remain indisserent even when she seduced him that way.
But realizing that she had to maintain the “good girl” image in front of him, Wendy had no choice but to nod and comply. Before leaving, she made sure Joe saw the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm.
Joe immediately softened his expression.
Seeing that, Wendy turned to leave, hiding her smirk.
The strong scent of Wendy’s perfume filled the villa,
overpowering the air. Joe’s face slightly darkened as he headed upstairs.
In the master bedroom, the bed covers were messy, and he didn’t see the divorce agreement he had carelessly thrown on the floor yesterday. Joe glanced around casually, scoffed, and went into the dressing room.
He noticed that the wardrobe was packed full. Mia’s clothes were still there. Wendy had just taken one of her dresses.
He felt smug, believing that Mia was just bluffing when she proposed a divorce.
Joe left the master bedroom after changing his clothes.
He left in such a hurry that he didn’t notice the bank card and divorce papers that had fallen to the floor.
***
At the Mystery Club
Under the colorful lights, Joe lounged on a sofa, surrounded by blasting music. Wendy, dressed in a fiery red and revealing dress, leaned against him. And she accepted all the compliments of those around them.
They were playing a game of Spin the Bottle. Someone spun a bottle on the table, and it ended up pointing at Joe.
Joe’s acquaintance John grinned mischievously. He was ready
”
to lease Joe, but one look in his eyes was warning enough.
John shuddered and opted for a safer question. “Joc… How did you meet Wendy?”
Wendy gazed at him. Joe picked up a gla*s of beer and drained it. He then replied with tenderness in his eyes, “Wendy saved my life.”
“She did?!”
Everyone was shocked, except Wendy, who was smiling as she gently leaned against Joe.
Twenty years ago, Joe and a little girl were kidnapped.
They kept each other company for a few days until Joe found a chance to escape, leaving the little girl behind. Before escaping, he promised her that he would come back and rescue her.
However, things didn’t go as planned. By the time he came back with a rescue team, the girl had disappeared, and the kidnappers were gone.
All he remembered was the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm.
In those dark days, Joe didn’t lose hope because of that girl. From then on, he kept looking for her until he stumbled upon Wendy singing at a bar. The heart-shaped birthmark on her arm reminded him of the girl.
Joe was already engaged to Mia at that time. But he married Mia
in the end.
Thinking of Mia, Joe’s face darkened again.
Suddenly, his other acquaintance Lucas cursed, holding his phone in his hand.
“What’s going on?” John asked.
“My friend ran into Miss White at the airport.”
“Who?” Joe was puzzled, frowning.
“Mia White.”
Hearing that, Joe’s face turned even grimmer. He asked, “What
is she doing at the airport?”
