True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 44 His Preference

Joey changed into her favorite starry blue dress and stood in front of the mirror, completely stunned by her reflection.

The dress was strapless with an open back, held together by a thin strap adorned with a lifelike blue butterfly. The floor-length skirt was made of blue tulle, scattered with tiny diamonds that sparkled like stars under the light. The manager couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Winters has great taste. This dress suits Ms. Blackwood perfectly. You look elegant and noble, just like a goddess."

Joey's bad mood from yesterday, caused by Angie, vanished as she admired the dress. She lifted the hem, a slight smile on her lips, and was about to go downstairs to show Sebastian.

Then she saw two familiar figures approaching.

Cordelia was holding Isabella's arm, the two of them as close as mother and daughter, walking towards her with smiles. When Isabella saw Joey's dress, her eyes widened.

She gently shook Cordelia's arm, pouting, "Mrs. Winters, Ms. Blackwood's dress is so beautiful. I want to try it on too."

Cordelia's face turned sour seeing how stunning Joey looked. "A little secretary dressed so beautifully, who are you trying to seduce?"

Joey's eyes, which had been twinkling with a smile, turned cold instantly. There was too much bad blood between her and Cordelia. It was Cordelia who had someone delete the video and steal the evidence, almost framing Joey for intentionally harming Isabella. It was also Cordelia who nearly drove her father to suicide.

Thinking of these things, the coldness in Joey's heart grew stronger. She lifted her delicate face, a beautiful curve forming at the corner of her lips. "Of course, I'm trying to seduce your son. Cordelia, you really know how to ask the obvious." Cordelia was so enraged by her words that her chest tightened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Joey, you're just a pet Sebastian keeps around. Once he's sick of you, you'll be discarded. You don't deserve to wear such a nice dress. Take it off and give it to Isabella."

Joey's smile didn't waver. "This dress was custom-made for me by your son. Even if I don't want it, do you think Isabella would look good in it?"

She cast a slightly contemptuous glance at Isabella. Joey's gaze fell on Isabella's flat chest, and she let out a slight scoff. "Ms. Vale would probably need several layers of padding to fill out this dress. Besides, the skirt is floor-length. Are you sure your height can pull it off, Ms. Vale?"

Isabella was so angry at Joey's belittling that she clenched her fists tightly. She knew she wasn't as tall as Joey and didn't have Joey's slim waist or her fullness. But she still couldn't bear this insult.

She suppressed the hatred in her eyes and smiled, "How would you know I don't look as good in it if you don't let me try it on?"

Even if she didn't look good in it, she couldn't let Joey wear this dress to the anniversary celebration. Otherwise, people at the party might think Joey was the main character.

After speaking, Isabella clung to Cordelia's arm and softly said, "Mrs. Winters, I would definitely look better in it. Please let her take it off and let me try it on."

Cordelia shot a cold look at the manager. "Aren't you going to help her take off the dress?"

The manager hesitated but, fearing Cordelia as Mr. Winters' mother, didn't dare to defy her. She reluctantly walked towards Joey.

Just as she was about to take off Joey's dress, a deep, lazy voice came from behind. "Do you like this dress that much?"

Sebastian walked over to Joey with his long strides. His warm hand rested on her open back, gently stroking it, a faint, ambiguous smile on his face.

Joey, who had been assertive towards Isabella moments ago, now felt a pang of insecurity. She knew that in Sebastian's eyes, Isabella would always be more important than her. No matter what Isabella said or wanted, he would unconditionally choose to believe and satisfy her.

Joey's fingertips curled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. "If I say yes, Mr. Winters, would you also make me take off my dress for Isabella?"

Her clear, bright eyes betrayed the stubbornness and hurt in her heart. She stared at Sebastian without blinking.

Isabella immediately smiled and said, "Sebastian, I'm going to play the piano at the anniversary celebration, the piece you like, 'Moonlight Sonata.' This dress matches the piece perfectly. I want her to give it to me. After all, she's not the main character of the party. There's no need for her to dress so grandly, right?"

Cordelia chimed in, "Isabella is right. Ms. Blackwood is just an employee. She's dressed more grandly than I am. Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by the media? Let her give the dress to Isabella, and I'll buy her another one."

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Sebastian looked at Joey with an unreadable expression. "I think they have a point. What do you think?"

Joey clenched her fist tightly. The joy she had felt wearing the dress now turned into heartache. Indeed, she couldn't have too much hope for Sebastian.

She smiled mockingly, "Since Mr. Winters thinks so, my opinion doesn't matter." With that, she turned and walked into the dressing room. She stood in front of the mirror, watching her eyes turn red. Sebastian's kindness to her was just a momentary whim.

Joey quickly composed herself and slowly took off the dress. Isabella felt immensely satisfied with the situation. Not only had she defeated Joey, but she also got the dress she liked.

She smiled and held Sebastian's arm, "Sebastian, don't worry. As your date, I'll make sure to dress beautifully and not embarrass you."

Cordelia also smiled contentedly, "You're so beautiful, coming from a good family and talented. You and Sebastian are a perfect match. Those other women can't compare to you. They're just passing through Sebastian's life, discarded after a few days."

As she spoke, she cast a contemptuous glance at Joey, who had just emerged from the dressing room. Joey handed the dress to Sebastian, her eyes misting.

"Mr. Winters, I agreed to come and try on the dress. I've done that. May I leave now?"

Sebastian looked at her stubborn little face, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse, "The dress is beautiful and suits you well." With that, he wrapped his arm around her waist and instructed the manager, "Pack the dress and send it to Ms. Blackwood's office."