After putting it on, she walked to the mirror and posed.
She smiled sweetly, very satisfied with this white dress.
She wanted this one.
She turned around again and went to pick a spare one. At the banquet, there would be many people and it was inevitable to bump. The white dress was easy to get dirty.
Julian was anxiously waiting outside.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.
He subconsciously looked back.
He saw Malcolm, who had a cold temperament, walk in gracefully.
Julian suddenly widened his eyes and jumped up from the sofa, looking at Malcolm in surprise.
Julian said in a low voice in disbelief, "Malcolm, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the fitting room? Shouldn't you be sitting inside and looking at your Lynn? Damn, why are you here?" Julian gritted his teeth.
It seemed that Julian had been busy all night last night for nothing.
Malcolm glanced at him and said with a frown, "I received a call from the Lowe's house. I went out to answer the phone. Is Lynn inside?"
"Since I'm here, of course she's in there." Julian was furious. He had been busy the entire night. In the end, Malcolm was not sitting inside.
Julian was so angry. He felt no sense of accomplishment.
In order to make Malcolm live a better life, Julian did a lot.
But Malcolm...
Julian was discouraged and sat down on the sofa, so angry that he didn't even look at Malcolm.
Malcolm could have done a paternity test but insisted on doing it in this way.
Julian knew that Malcolm had waited for too long and wanted to rely on his own ability to find things out bit by bit.
Malcolm pursed his lips and did not speak.
Julian looked at Malcolm and was even more furious, wondering what Malcolm was thinking.
Julian said sincerely and earnestly, "Malcolm, don't love the wrong person because of loneliness, and don't be lonely for the rest of your life because of the wrong love."
Julian knew that Malcolm had been looking for a person who could put him at ease.
Malcolm didn't look like the person who would make decisions based on ambiguous clues. The fastest way was to do a paternity test.
"No, she is Carolyn." Malcolm looked at Julian firmly.
Seeing that Julian did not believe him, Malcolm did not explain further.
Malcolm had compared the photos of Marilyn and the young Carolyn many times. Their facial features were very similar.
Malcolm always remembered Carolyn's appearance. He could always recognize Carolyn, who had always been by his side.
"Malcolm, why don't you do a paternity test?" Julian wanted to use this fastest way.
Otherwise, Malcolm would really go crazy.
Carolyn had always been like a curse to Malcolm, causing him to feel uneasy.
Malcolm was the kind of person who would never turn back. He would do anything to know what he wanted to know.
The disappearance of Carolyn would forever be the most unforgettable pain in Malcolm's heart, and he would keep looking for her.
Malcolm looked at Julian for a long time before nodding. "After tonight's banquet, get ready to do a paternity test, but don't tell the Remington family."
"Good!" Julian nodded, extremely grateful.
With such a good method, Malcolm didn't need to waste energy looking into the whole thing.
Malcolm finally did not need to be so tired.
Julian felt happy just thinking about it!
As the two of them spoke, Marilyn came out with two dresses.
When Marilyn saw that Malcolm had also come, she suddenly thought of Debbie's fierce gaze and warning. Her face turned a bit cold.
Marilyn stood in front of Malcolm.
"Mr. Lowe," Marilyn greeted Malcolm indifferently.
Malcolm suddenly stared at Marilyn's indifferent face. Her indifferent voice and cold expression made him frown deeper.
Why did she become so cold after a night?
"Have you picked a suitable one?" Malcolm's tone was neither warm nor cold, but he was still looking at Marilyn's indifferent face.
Was it because of the dinner yesterday?
But Marilyn was not such a stingy person.
After spending some time with Marilyn, Malcolm knew her quite well.
"Yes." Marilyn nodded slightly and looked at Julian. She smiled politely and said, "Mr. Munoz, thank you."
Then, Marilyn handed the two dresses she had picked over to Julian.
Marilyn treated the two differently.
Julian smiled and said, "No problem, Ms. Chapman. I'll send the dresses over. You guys chat."
Then, Julian gave Malcolm a look, telling him not to be too cold. After all, Marilyn was Arturo's mother.
It was also very likely that Marilyn was the Carolyn that Malcolm had been looking for all his life.
If Malcolm was too cold, Marilyn would be scared and run away.
Malcolm did not seem to notice Julian's gaze as he stood there quietly.
Marilyn could not find a topic to chat with Malcolm. She said indifferently, "Mr. Lowe, thank you for the dress. I'm going back to work."
With that, Marilyn passed Malcolm and was about to leave.
At this time, Malcolm was completely aware of Marilyn's change in mood.
When Marilyn brushed past Malcolm, he accurately grabbed Marilyn's hand.
Marilyn suddenly stopped.
She quickly turned around and looked at Malcolm angrily.
Malcolm squinted at her, his deep eyes full of doubts. He stared at her angry face and said coldly, "Are you angry about what happened last night?"
"Last night?" Marilyn looked at him in confusion.
Such a cold person could easily sense the change in her emotions.
Marilyn quickly shook her head. "Mr. Lowe, I am not such a stingy person."
Malcolm frowned. "Then why?"
"I don't understand what you mean." Marilyn really didn't understand why Malcolm cared about her emotions.
To be more precise, Malcolm cared about her.
Malcolm was just about to speak when a harsh voice sounded.
"Ms. Chapman, it seems that you don't remember what I said to you last night."
Malcolm and Marilyn looked at the door and saw Debbie and Velma standing there.
They looked at Marilyn gloomily.
When Velma saw the two of them holding hands, she stared fixedly at them, wishing that the person Malcolm was holding was her!
However, ever since Velma was young, Malcolm had never held her hand, and she had never seen Malcolm hold any woman's hand.
But now Malcolm was holding Marilyn's hand. Malcolm had always been treating Marilyn differently.
Velma thought, "What to do now?
What am I supposed to do?"