Chapter 40

• Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end.
• She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying.
• Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go."