Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 142: His Special One

Chapter 142: His Special One

Leander turned at Viviana and she covered her mouth with her hand and sneezed. Fake sneeze, of course. She didn’t know if Leander could say it was fake or not.

"Hello, Ms. Allard," Viviana quickly greeted the seamstress.

"Just Danielle, please..." Danielle smiled fondly. Viviana could see the fine lines around her eyes. She must be in her thirties. She looked deep as if she’s seen stuff in her life.

"I’ve recently got hold of a new fabric. Black, surely..." Danielle told Leander and walked to her workbench that had fabrics and papers sprawled over. "And maybe ditch the black. I bet the missus will agree..." she winked gleefully. "And just take a seat. I’ll discuss with your owner!"

Danielle looked at Viviana with a larger-than-life smile. Viviana raised her hands in a surrendering motion. She would love to see Leander in colors. But she didn’t think that he would listen to her.

Danielle laughed. "I know he’s stubborn." She looked at Leander. "What do you think of this design for a suit? I designed it with you in mind."

"Isn’t that what you tell everyone?" Leander walked to the table with his hand inside the trousers.

"You got me," Danielle smiled. "But I am working on a design for Nellie... Exclusively!"

"Ah, you finally got an exclusive order," Leander scoffed. "From your favorite Nellie!"

"So, it is true...the rumors..." Danielle’s curious eyes fluttered.

"What rumors?" Leander scoffed. "Dust up your seamstress skills, tailor. I want you to make dresses for my wife."

"Your wife?" Danielle raised her brows.

"Me?" Viviana was shocked too.

"My wife says all the fashion brands are beneath her and~"

"That is not what I said," Viviana interjected him without thinking twice. He makes her appear like a diva when she just doesn’t want to spend money unnecessarily.

"I already have a lot of clothes," Viviana added.

Leander looked at Viviana blankly. Can’t he be allowed to brag about his wife a bit?

"Where did you find her?" Danielle laughed.

She then ignored what Viviana told. "What style do you like?" She asked.

"Pantsuits and sweatpants and hoodie," Viviana answered truthfully.

Daniella laughed. Her laugh was so pure. "Not even jeans?" She asked.

"Skinny jeans, no. I like mom jeans though. But nothing fits me right because of my height. I have to alter all my clothes to fit me," she said.

She never had the necessity to look good to attract others especially men. So, she always wore what was comfortable for her. It worried her mother that she is living without getting attached to anything.

Daniella nodded listening to her and went on picking up different types of dresses. She asked Viviana to wear them all for her to get an idea of what style looked good on her. Having no other choice, Viviana had to agree.

Viviana wore the different clothes and showed them to Danielle. Leander too was watching her but he said nothing. Danielle was taking pictures and taking notes.

"So, how many dresses?" Danielle asked Leander. She could see that his wife is smart to leave the decision-making to her husband. She might know only a little about Leander, but she had a feeling that Leander would splurge on his wife.

And she heard that Leander went against his grandfather to marry her. She must be special.

Danielle thought that Leader would stop by stating a number. But no, he went the extra mile. He dictated the details right to the color and the style of the dress. He wanted an entire wardrobe for his wife.

"A couple of swimsuits, the modest kind," he added.

Danielle shrugged. These mafia men are a little possessive and controlling. They won’t like others looking at their wife. And she understood Leander. His wife might not be tall to be a model. But she’s the type of woman who could make men worship her feet if she wills. She knew it just after talking to her for some time.

Men do find women who are frail and weak very attractive and take them into their protective wings.

"And a dozen of bikinis... just for my consumption," he added. He didn’t look at Danielle but was staring at the fabric samples casually.

"Any kinks?" Danielle asked.

Leander’s hands paused. His eyes became restless as it looked everywhere as if he was in deep thought. "No, just regular sexy ones," he said reaching a decision.

She’s scared of the regular old devil’s tango as it is. He didn’t want to scare her with all the thoughts that go through his head yet. There is still time for all that.

"Anything else?" Danielle asked as Leander looked like he wanted to ask something.

"...Nothing," Leander said after a short silence. "A million dollar in advance payment?" he asked.

"Yeah," Danielle said. "Everything will come around three to four million. The gold dress alone will cost a million dollars with the embellishments and will take time to make. Others will take at least eight to ten weeks for me to finish."

"That long?" Leander raised his brows. "Then get to the swimsuits and finish up a couple of bikinis and dresses suited for a yacht."

"Beach date? Where? Abenney?" Danielle smirked.

Leander didn’t answer her. He cannot bring her to Abenney now. He liked the beach he ended up at that day. So, he had decided on bringing her there. Maybe she will enjoy the crashing waves and the salty air just like he did.

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As they walked out, Viviana saw the fedora man lurking in the shadows again. She thought that maybe he is with the Kastello family. If she noticed that guy, she knew Leander and Steve would have made him.

"What are you looking at?" Leander asked.

"Your guy been following us the whole time. You should give him a raise," she said sarcastically.

Leander raised his brow. "The whole time?" he asked.

"Yeah, from earlier before your arrival," she said.

Leander looked at Steve and he nodded. Leander didn’t have to tell Steve to find out the identity of that guy. He probably doesn’t want Signora to be alarmed.

Leander’s lips curved to a smirk out of pride. His wife is not some airhead. She is conscious of everything happening around her. That’s a good trait to have.

As they walked to the exit in the ground floor, Leander received a message from Danielle.

His eyebrows knitted to a dangerous furrow.

[Tabitha Bruno enquired a lot about your wife.]