To Be Yours Again novel (Alec and Jenny)

Greg placed all the selected designs and details before him in his office early in the morning.

"These are the dresses I have prepared, Mr. Hawthorn. However, I'm not sure which one Miss Wagner would like," Greg said. In truth, he thought they were all very pretty, and they were all dresses that he would never be able to afford in his lifetime. Even looking at them would make him drool.

Gilbert went through them and spent half his day deciding. In the end, he couldn't decide because he didn't know which one Marigold liked. Finally, he sent the pictures to Marigold so she could choose from them.

Very quickly, he received her message. Surprisingly, she'd picked a black one.

"Get this." Although Gilbert thought the red one looked better, he supported Marigold's decision and chose the black one.

The assistant took the documents, hesitating. "Mr. Hawthorn, this dress is from one of the most luxurious brands. It's very expensive."

He wasn't being nosy. This dress was just not for casual buying. He had to be sure. If Gilbert wasn't taking Marigold seriously, such an expensive dress wouldn't seem worth it.

Gilbert didn't know what he was thinking. He was dissatisfied to hear that. "What's wrong? Is the company going bankrupt? Can't you take even this amount out?"

"No, sir!" Greg shook his head quickly, understanding Gilbert's intentions. He turned, afraid that he would further invoke Gilbert's wrath staying there.

However, just as he reached the door, Gilbert said, "In the future, give her only the best when it comes to whatever she wants."

Gilbert had never asked about these things and had only left it to Greg to handle. Perhaps he hadn't been clear enough, resulting in Greg's negligence. Greg was stunned, and he hurriedly agreed.

So, it seemed that his president had taken a liking to Marigold. When that happened, that meant he was about to fall for her.

Greg would have to be more polite to Marigold in the future. She might end up being the president's wife.

In the afternoon, Marigold received the clothes that Greg personally delivered.

"Sorry for the trouble," Marigold said as she took the dress. She was a little embarrassed that he had to come all this way.

He shook his head and said, "It was no trouble at all. Mr. Hawthorn hired stylists for you. Shall I let them in now?" Marigold was stunned. She couldn't understand what Gilbert was thinking. "I can't believe he even thought of those."

"Of course he did. He fancies you now," Greg said, currying her favor.

Unfortunately, Marigold felt nothing. Gilbert just didn't want her to embarrass herself at the party, which was why he was so well-prepared. She didn't think she had to thank him.

She was going to be eye candy. And obviously, Gilbert was going to pay for all the sugary treats. It wasn't like she was going to prepare them herself.

"What's the matter, Miss Wagner?" Greg felt a chill running up his spine. He thought Marigold wasn't looking too good. She didn't seem moved.

Marigold snapped out of her trance and went back to normal. "I'm fine. Let them in."

Styling would take a long time; if they started now, it would be in time for the party.

"Alright." Greg nodded. Although he thought something was amiss, he didn't pry. He was just an employee. He didn't dare to inquire too much.