"Mm." I nodded, not daring to et his gaze again.
Cherry stood by my side, her eyes curious and ambiguous as she stared at , seemingly noticing sothing amiss.
"Please, Mr. Carter, raise your arm flat." I changed to a longer, softer asuring tape and politely reminded as I turned around.
Daniel Carter stood still in front of , and as I moved behind him, I realized he was nearly 1.9 ters tall.
Thankfully, I am 1.72 ters tall; otherwise, I would have to step on a stool to asure him if I were shorter.
He was very cooperative, and I smoothly finished asuring his upper body.
When it was ti to asure the waist and hips, I was a bit troubled.
Should I hug from the front or from the back? I beca conflicted.
Strangely, all the ladies who were talking and laughing suddenly fell silent, and all their eyes were fixed on .
I suddenly beca nervous, my ears inexplicably burning and perhaps turning red.
"What’s wrong, Miss Miller?" My hesitation was noticed by Daniel Carter, who asked suspiciously.
"Oh, it’s nothing... You’re too tall." I blurted out.
"Should I squat down then?"
"No, no, that’s not necessary." I denied quickly, biting my lip, and hugged him from the front, wrapping the soft tape around his waist and abdon, fastening it back at the front.
I have grown up only having had relatively close contact with Adrian Gordon among peers of the opposite sex.
I’ve tailored clothes for male custors before, but it was always other designers doing the asurents; I never had to step in myself.
The mont I hugged him, he slightly lowered his head, his warm breath just sweeping past the side of my face, causing my heart to skip a beat.
The clean scent of forest and grass on him swept over ; it was the sa as the aroma on the handkerchief he had given .
For so reason, my heartbeat grew increasingly chaotic, as if there was a fla in front of roasting my whole body with heat.
However, it wasn’t over yet; after asuring the waist, I still needed to asure his hips.
Embracing from the front was too ambiguous.
At this mont, I didn’t have the courage to stand in front of him again, so I walked around behind him and hugged his waist and hips from behind.
Because I was distracted, I failed to hold the asuring tape firmly, dropped it, and instinctively reached out to catch it, accidentally touching his lower abdon.
Daniel Carter’s body shook, and my mind exploded as I suddenly realized I had just grabbed his... there.
Oh my god!
In all my years of working, I’ve never committed such an absurd mistake!
How would he think?
Would he consider as particularly vulgar and lustful, even brazen and shaless for daring to make such frivolous and wanton behavior in public?
"I-I’m sorry!" I imdiately apologized, the asurent unfinished, retreating several steps, feeling utterly embarrassed.
The ladies on the sofa were baffled, hastily looking over when they saw the scene.
"What’s going on here?"
"Daniel, did you startle Miss Miller?"
"No, no, Mr. Carter was very polite; it’s my clumsiness." I quickly explained, holding the asuring tape, not daring to look at Daniel Carter, wishing I could disappear.
Daniel Carter turned back to ask too, "Miss Miller, what’s wrong?"
I looked up at him, seeing his baffled expression, suddenly understanding.
He’s pretending not to notice, intending to save from embarrassnt.
I breathed a sigh of relief, finally calming down a bit.
He asked, "Do you still need to asure?"
"Yes!"
I promptly adjusted my composure, picked up the asuring tape, and this ti carefully wrapped it around his waist, successfully asuring his hip circumference.
His hips are quite shapely.
Through the fabric, I could feel the strong muscles of his lower body.
I roughly estimated that his waist-to-hip ratio was about 0.8, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs—a perfect physique comparable to professional male models.
"Cherry, did you note everything down?" I turned to speak to the assistant, continuing to ease the discomfort.
"Yes, I’ve recorded it all."
I nodded, packed up the tools, and inquired about the guests’ clothing preferences one by one.
So prefer tailored fits, so like looser styles, and even among dresses, older ones prefer long dresses, while younger ones favor short ones.
I carefully marked it all on the tablet computer to ensure the next designs et the requirents.
When everything was finished, it was nearing noon.
Mrs. Carter invited us to stay for lunch, but how could I accept? I imdiately declined, using work as an excuse.
Daniel Carter raised his wrist to check his watch, his handso eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I have an appointnt with Old Master Chandler for lunch, so I must leave as well."
"Alright," Mrs. Carter stood up and nodded, "Why don’t you escort Miss Miller then."
"Ma’am, that’s not necessary, I—"
"Miss Miller, please." Before I had a chance to refuse, Daniel Carter slightly raised his hand.
His deanor was exceptionally cultivated, gentle and affable, yet his noble status still commanded respect.
I could only comply.
Conveniently, I also had the chance to return the handkerchief to its rightful owner.
Outside the main house, I handed my backpack to Cherry, instructing her to wait in the car.
"Mr. Carter, there’s sothing I need to return to you." I took out the neatly folded handkerchief and handed it over.
Daniel Carter raised his eyebrows, smile spreading to his lips, "You kept it."
Recalling the earlier blunder, my smile was a bit forced as I looked up at him, "It’s your personal item; I can’t dispose of it at will."
"I’m surprised you even rember who gave it to you; given the situation, I thought you’d be completely flustered."
Thinking of the disgrace at the wedding, my expression was sowhat embarrassed, my smile bitter, "I was indeed flustered then; I had never cried in front of so many people."
"Adrian Gordon is blind; don’t dwell on it too much."
"Mm, thank you for your comfort." I smiled gratefully and raised the handkerchief again, "I’ve washed it clean, returning it to you."
"No need. I don’t ever take back things I give away. If you don’t want it, just toss it."
What?
I was taken aback, frowning slightly as I looked at him.
Could it be that he has a cleanliness obsession, finding the handkerchief distasteful after soone else handled it?
Daniel Carter looked at , likely reading sothing in my expression, and promptly explained, "Don’t misunderstand, it’s not out of distaste."
Before he finished speaking, a suit-clad young man approached, "President Carter, we need to depart."
"Mm."
Daniel Carter nodded, slightly raising his hand, signaling for to continue walking with him.
I couldn’t persist about the handkerchief, so I had to put it back in my hand.
Yet the more I thought about it, the stranger it seed.
A grown man leaving with a handkerchief embroidered with his surna...
This feeling, why does it seem sowhat like a token of affection?
My thoughts in a whirl, sothing suddenly crossed my mind.
"By the way, Mr. Carter, I’m curious why you were at the wedding that day? Together, the Miller Family and Gordon Family don’t have enough status to invite you."
Daniel Carter’s gaze was deep, seemingly recalling, "That day... pure coincidence."
"Coincidence?" I was puzzled, but before I could inquire further, we had reached the parking lot.
"Miss Miller, we’re peers, no need for formal address toward , it makes seem old."
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