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Now that she thought about it, it should be that Samuel felt guilty after satisfying himself in another bed and he wanted to compensate her.

Samuel looked at Giselle with a very complicated look. He didn't know when his Giselle had a few fine lines at the end of her eyes. He was too careless about her. Giselle liked beauty the most. After marriage, he would pamper her a thousand times and make his Giselle happy forever.

The two came to the most upscale wedding dress shop in San Jose. Today, the wedding dress shop only welcomed Giselle as a guest. All the wedding dresses in the store were tailor-made for Giselle. More than a dozen receptionists looked at Giselle with envy in their eyes.

Giselle smiled self-deprecatingly. What was they envious of? Envy that she was betrayed but didn't realize it, or envy that her boyfriend was busy tossing between two women.

"Giselle, what do you think of this one? I think it suits you very well." Samuel pointed to one of the wedding dresses, which was decorated with pearls and diamonds. It looked like the bright stars in the night sky, shining brightly under the lights.

But the next second, she saw Samuel's smile froze on his face. "Sir, this is the latest series of works by a French designer. The groom's wedding dress is this one."

A receptionist came over with the clothes. Out of intuition, Giselle recognized it almost instantly. It was Rachel. Samuel's disguise was very good. His expression was only stiff for a moment and he quickly recovered.

He looked at Giselle, "Baby, try the wedding dress first to see the effect. If you don't like it, we can try something else."

If Giselle didn't know everything about the two of them, she would never think of their relationship as lovers. Rachel looked serious and carefully introduced every detail of the wedding dress, but her body seemed to approach Samuel unintentionally. The two of them touched their fingertips unbelievably and separated very quickly.

Giselle walked into the fitting room under the guidance of the receptionist. Seeing Giselle disappear from his sight, Samuel followed Rachel into another fitting room. His Adam's apple rolled up and down and he licked his lips gently.

Rachel was very familiar with his appearance. That was a sign of his arousal. Rachel skillfully reached out to Samuel's thigh and the next second her wrist was tightly grasped by Samuel. Samuel frowned and spoke fiercely.

"Who asked you to come here? I warn you, if you let Giselle know about this, I guarantee that you won't even know how you died."

Rachel's eyes widened, a little at a loss. Obviously, she overestimated her position in Samuel's heart. She lowered her head and responded with a low "hmm".

Seeing Rachel's pitiful look, Samuel couldn't bear to scold her anymore. "I know you blame me, but it has already happened. Everyone in the city knows about Giselle and I. I can't have a wedding with you on that day, otherwise where will the Fernandez Family put its face. You can understand me, right?"

As Samuel said this, Rachel's eyes turned red. She blinked and tears fell on Samuel's chest. A tear soaked her shirt and also disturbed Samuel's last bit of reason.

"You are simply a goblin." Samuel kissed her hard, his hand wandered around Rachel's waist and pinched her hard. Rachel's sobs were blocked in her throat and she uttered a muffled hum.

Samuel took off her clothes and the two made unbearable noises.

What Samuel didn't know was that the fitting room in the wedding dress shop had a special structure. He thought Rachel took him around to the farthest place from Giselle, but he didn't know that behind the thin wall panel was Giselle, who was as disappointed as ashes.

Giselle looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress but looking haggard and felt that every minute and every second of the past seven years was a joke.