CHAPTER 652: CHAPTER 652: SCUMBAG! DEFENDING ANOTHER WOMAN

"I’m sorry, miss, but the store has been booked for the day."

The store staff hurried over to explain, "Moreover, Miss Winslow is our..."

Before she could finish, Misty Sutton clung to Julian Hawthorne’s arm and pouted, "Julian, it’s Uncle and Auntie who asked you to accompany me today. You’ve agreed to this engagement too, surely you won’t deny me the chance to choose a wedding dress."

Julian Hawthorne’s gaze was deep, and from the first second he entered, his eyes were on Winnie Winslow.

Has this woman been hiding out working in this bridal shop for her livelihood these past two years?

She fought tooth and nail for a divorce back then, yet she doesn’t seem to be living any better now!

Julian Hawthorne sneered coldly, unsure if intentionally or otherwise, he caressed Misty Sutton’s hair fondly in front of Winnie Winslow, his tone indulgent: "Just pick a wedding dress, I’m here."

"Julian, you’re so kind!"

Misty Sutton felt pleasantly surprised; Julian Hawthorne rarely ever truly looked at her before, so today’s unexpected treat stunned her.

She couldn’t help but throw a smug look towards Winnie Winslow.

Winnie Winslow had always known Julian Hawthorne was a scumbag. The reason for wanting a divorce was his incessant cheating with women; she found it disgusting.

However, now these two were acting out in front of her, perfect for releasing her pent-up anger!

With that in mind, Winnie Winslow signaled the staff, saying, "It’s fine. This young lady wants me to help her carry a wedding dress; it’s no big deal."

Sebastian Blackwood and Ivy Kensington hadn’t arrived yet; some outdated wedding dresses hadn’t been purchased, perfect for Misty Sutton.

Misty Sutton showed disdain; Winnie Winslow was just a low-status broke woman, even carrying wedding dresses was too good for her!

Soon, several mannequin stands wearing wedding dresses were brought over.

Misty Sutton glanced at these styles and was somewhat displeased.

"So old, Julian."

She tentatively complained to Julian Hawthorne.

Julian Hawthorne slightly squinted his eyes, casting a sharp glance towards Winnie Winslow, demanding, "What, you’ve brought out just these few tattered dresses to fool my lady?"

Winnie Winslow bit her lower lip, damn scumbag! When they got married, he never protected her like this!

At that moment, Misty Sutton set her sights on the large-skirt wedding dress under the most spotlights, eagerly exclaimed, "I want to wear that one!"

"You can’t wear it."

Winnie Winslow rejected her outright.

Misty Sutton was indignant: "Why do you think I can’t wear it? I think you’re just jealous of me!"

Winnie Winslow couldn’t be bothered to respond.

That wedding dress was not for sale; it was designed by and for herself, tailored to her own measurements, Misty Sutton was chubbier yet less endowed in the right areas, so naturally, it wouldn’t fit.

Seeing Winnie Winslow remain silent, Misty Sutton escalated: "I just want this dress; I will wear it! Hurry, bring it out!"

The store clerks exchanged uneasy glances, looking at Winnie Winslow. Without her directive, they didn’t dare move.

Winnie Winslow’s gaze was indifferent, seemingly unwilling to entangle further with Misty Sutton, she subtly nodded to the clerks.

Instantly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to bring the dress.

Once the wedding dress was brought out, Misty Sutton’s eyes lit up, like a little girl, she said to Julian Hawthorne: "Julian, do you think I’ll look pretty wearing it?"

Julian Hawthorne lazily sat on the store’s lounge chair, hearing her words, replied indifferently with a "mhmm," evidently dismissive.

Since divorcing Winnie Winslow, his family had been pressing him to remarry, Misty Sutton was just one among many introductions.

But he didn’t care; the position of Mrs. Hawthorne wasn’t coveted by Winnie Winslow, as plenty of women were eager to climb up.