My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Clothes for Lucas

Kyra walked out from the washroom, her cheeks flushed with a mix of bashfulness and contentment. As she padded towards the bed, she shot a reproachful glance at Lucas, who lay smirking mischievously.

"You’ve really wasted so much of my time, Lucas." she scolded, slipping back onto the bed.

"It’s not entirely my fault, you know. Who asked you to...mff." Lucas’s eyes widened as Kyra playfully covered his mouth with her hands.

"Well, you’re quite the talkative wolf, aren’t you, Lucas?" she teased, a half-smile gracing her lips. "Now, let me make your clothes before it’s too late! And you’ve even ruined your underwear." she chided, casting a disapproving look in Lucas’s direction, causing his eyes to widen further.

Kyra took her hands off his mouth, grabbed cloth material, and Needle again started sewing the white T-shirt. She remembered his measurements by her arms, so she quickly, roughly started sewing.

Lucas pouted and sat beside her, absentmindedly tracing circles on the bedsheet. He couldn’t help but admire her nimble fingers as she skillfully sewed the fabric.

Even the most talented males couldn’t compare to her, he thought.

After a while, Kyra finished sewing and let out a contented sigh. Setting the needle down, she turned around and noticed Lucas lying on the bed, lost in his thoughts.

"Lucas, I’ve made your clothes. Can you try them on?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. Lucas eagerly hopped off the bed.

"Wow! Kyra, you’re so talented. Tell me, is there anything you can’t do?" Lucas admired her skills, a smile spreading across his face.

"Try these on. I’ll guide you on how to wear them." Kyra instructed, her smile widening. Lucas followed her guidance, slipping into the clothes she had crafted.

Kyra took a moment to appreciate her work. The white T-shirt she had made was plain yet stylish, with a V-neck that revealed a glimpse of his chest. The half sleeves suited him perfectly. The pants she had sewn were a comfortable shade of blue, resembling sweatpants.

She couldn’t help but admire Lucas’s entire appearance. He looked incredibly handsome, like a model straight out of a magazine. Lucas, too, was taken aback. He had never expected Kyra to create such innovative clothing, and he looked even better than before.

Unable to contain his excitement, Lucas lifted Kyra by her waist, a wide smile on his face. "Wow, Kyra! You always surprise me with your hidden talents. I can’t believe it!" he exclaimed, gently setting her back down and planting a tender kiss on her forehead.

He rushed towards the mirror, admiring his reflection in the new outfit. He looked more handsome than ever.

Kyra couldn’t help but smile to herself as she watched him, reminiscent of a child who had just received new clothes.

Though it may not have been perfect, when Lucas wore the clothes, it transformed into something premium, akin to the work of a renowned designer.

Observing Lucas, who seemed unwilling to move from the mirror, Kyra shook her head, a helpless smile playing on her lips. She placed the needle and thread on the table before calling out to Lucas.

"Lucas, I’m going to get ready. Could you ask someone what time the celebration starts?" Kyra shouted, retrieving the golden dress Vincent had sent her, and disappearing into the washroom.

"Okay, Ky! My love." Lucas replied, his voice carrying back to her. Kyra couldn’t help but smile again, amused by her silly Mr. Wolf.

Lucas had no intention of leaving. "I really don’t want to move from here because my eyes are feasting on someone so incredibly handsome that I can’t risk blinking, fearing he might disappear." Lucas spoke, admiring his handsome reflection in the mirror as he playfully fluttered his eyelashes.

He proceeded to style his hair, a constant smile adorning his face.

However, he has to ask someone! That Vincent Snake doesn’t even know if he wants to invite people for the celebration, he has to tell them the time, he didn’t even tell them the time.

Pouting slightly, he contemplated leaving, but with Kyra still washing up, he couldn’t bear the thought of her being vulnerable if someone took advantage of the situation.

Therefore, he resumed admiring himself in the mirror, expertly arranging his hair.

When Kyra came from the washroom, she noticed Lucas still occupied with his reflection. "Have you asked someone about the time?" she inquired, stepping out while adorned in the perfectly fitting golden dress Vincent had sent. The dress hugged her curves, with an off-shoulder design that reached her knees. She looked stunningly beautiful.

As Lucas turned to gaze at her, he involuntarily swallowed, momentarily stunned by her appearance. "Beautiful... elegant... hot... classy... I’m running out of words." Lucas uttered, closing the distance between them. He examined her from head to toe, blinking in admiration.

Kyra blushed, offering a shy "thanks" in response to his compliments.

"I don’t want to admit it, but I have to say that snake truly has some good taste," Lucas teased, winking mischievously at Kyra. "Kyra, go and get ready. I’ll take care of things outside, okay?" Kyra nodded, watching Lucas exit the room.

She then walked towards the vanity and combed her hair, opting to leave it loose. She applied a touch of powder, inhaling its pleasant scent. Since she didn’t have any cream or moisturizer, she gently applied a small amount to her face.

Next, she carefully applied a hint of lipstick, followed by a touch of kohl under her eyes, enhancing their allure and sharpness.

With each step, she became even more beautiful.

Not wanting to spend too much time on her appearance, she walked back to the bed and sat down, patiently waiting for Lucas.

At the same time.

Vincent laid on the edge of his pool, his eyes closed, but his mind consumed by the vivid memory of what he had witnessed in Kyra’s room. The images played over and over in his mind, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within him.

He felt unsure about how he should feel because he used to dislike Kyra at first. He wondered what had changed that made him start liking her.

He tightly closed his eyes and rubbed his face harshly.