Chapter 77 Such a Coincidence

Carl said, "There's a charity event we gotta go to. Come with me, let them take your measurements, and see which dress suits you so they can make adjustments."

Daphne blinked. "You want me to go with you?"

Wasn't it agreed that no one should know about their relationship? If they go to such an event, people from that circle would be there, and wouldn't that mean their relationship would be made public?

Daphne was confused.

Carl gave her a look but didn't say anything.

Lately, Carl had been feeling a bit frustrated.

He originally thought that Daphne liked him; otherwise, why would she keep thanking him and wanting to repay him?

So he figured if Daphne confessed to him, he'd be open to the idea. They could turn their fake relationship into a real one.

After all, he didn't dislike her. Being a real couple seemed good.

Carl was a bit annoyed that Daphne hadn't shown any intention of confessing to him.

A bunch of staff members carried the clothes into the villa, placing four or five racks of various dazzling dresses in front of the sofa in the living room.

Daphne was a bit overwhelmed. Carl must have brought the entire store here.

A female employee with a measuring tape said to Daphne, "Mrs. Ward, I'll measure your arm length and leg length first, then your bust, waist, and hips."

"Okay, thank you," Daphne stood still, extending her arms for the measurements.

Carl sat on the sofa watching.

One person measured, and another recorded the measurements.

It was normal at first, but when it came to the bust, waist, and hips, Carl's face turned redder and redder.

Hearing those shocking numbers, he thought, 'Is her figure really that amazing?'

But thinking about how Daphne looked in jeans yesterday, it seemed true.

Carl felt a bit restless because of his thoughts. He got up, went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of cold water, and took a big gulp to calm himself.

Daphne first chose a light blue strapless mermaid dress, which was sexy yet playful and didn't restrict movement too much.

A temporary fitting room was set up next to the sofa, making it convenient for Daphne to change without running back and forth.

Although Carl thought this dress looked good, he felt it didn't quite match her vibe.

While Daphne was changing into the next outfit, Carl picked out two more dresses that looked nice.

Just as he was thinking, Daphne came out in a silver long-sleeved dress with a deep V-neck that plunged just below the chest, and the back was designed to be backless with intricate cutouts.

Why was it so revealing? He hadn't noticed that when choosing.

Carl's face turned red again; the dress almost fully displayed her chest.

He wouldn't allow her to wear this dress to the event!

If she only wore that outfit in front of Carl, he'd be totally on board, but wearing it outside the house was out of the question.

Carl said, "It's too much, change into the black one."

Daphne checked herself out in the mirror. The dress looked amazing, highlighting all her best features. How could Carl think it was ugly?

But since Carl said so, she decided to change.

In the end, she went with the black dress. It wasn't as stunning as the silver one, but it was an off-the-shoulder number that showed off her elegant collarbones. Paired with some jewelry, it still looked pretty good.

After deciding, the dress would be tailored to fit Daphne perfectly.

A week later, the dress was delivered, and Daphne tried it on. Sure enough, it looked even better than before.

The event was at a hotel owned by the Smith Family, which meant James would be there today.

At the hotel entrance, Carl handed over the invitation and led Daphne inside.

The place was already packed, and as Carl walked in, heads turned.

Carl was usually the lone wolf at such events, but today, he had a beautiful woman on his arm.

People started coming over to greet Carl, eager to get close to him. Those further away watched curiously.

Someone greeted, "Mr. Ward, long time no see. And this is...?"

Carl introduced, "She's my wife."

The guests nearby heard it clearly. Those who were further away were whispering to each other, trying to confirm what had been said.

Soon, everyone knew Daphne's identity. There were no secrets around Carl. The crowd exclaimed, "Mrs. Ward is truly beautiful. Mr. Ward has good taste."

A woman asked eagerly, "True, so why haven't we seen her before, Mr. Ward?"

Daphne replied with a calm smile, "I don't like going out much when it's cold."

The woman smiled, "I see. Then we should get together more when it warms up."

The Smiths had just finished discussing something and came out of another room with James.

The first thing they saw was the radiant Daphne and the tall Carl standing beside her.

James's face immediately darkened. She actually came with Carl.

Nearby, a few gossiping women pretended to chat while whispering.

"So Mr. Ward's hidden wife is her. She is indeed beautiful."

"What's the use of being beautiful? She's just a trophy wife. Mr. Ward hasn't even given her a wedding."

"But relying on the Ward Group, her life will be worry-free. Being a trophy wife isn't so bad."

"That's a realistic view."

The women chatted enthusiastically.

These words made James very upset.

Dwayne and his wife walked over to Carl. "Mr. Ward, it's an honor to have you here. It seems today's charity event will be very lively."

Dwayne then looked at Daphne. "So Daphne is Mr. Ward's new wife. What a coincidence."

Carl nodded and exchanged a few pleasantries.

The term "new wife" made James's fists tremble slightly.

He had always thought Daphne was just using Carl for connections. He never imagined she was his wife! He had humiliated Daphne several times, but now it seemed the joke was on him.

He gritted his teeth, thinking, 'No, it shouldn't be like this!'